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Sing's llall, Compton 



3 une 1963 

Honorary Editor 
Miss Gillard 

Catherine Wool ton 

Literary Editor 
Esther Franklin 

Art Editor 
Kathleen MacCulloch 

School Year Editor 
Susan Marpole 

Photography Editor 
Janet Burgoyne 

Advertising Editors 

Pamela Fletcher 

( 'harlotte MaeLatchy. \'I A 

Sports Editor 

Margot Cowen 

Form 1! epresentatives 
Matric. Willu Mukcc 

VI A : Andrea Jellicoe 
VJ B: Sara Peck 

V A : Chrisl ine Prescott 

Juniors: Jill Rankin 

Staff Advisers 
Miss Morris Miss MacLonnan 

Miss Evans Miss Beaton 



During the past few centuries education has 
evolved from private tutoring to mass instruction. 
The church would educate its clergy, and a king 
employed tutors to teach his heir and nephews 
Latin and astrology. Now everyone receives an 
education, regardless of creed, class, or wealth. To- 
day everything we use — once produced laboriously 
by hand - - is made by machine. Man invented 
machines to reduce labour and effort. Would it ever 
be possible to produce an educational machine ? 
Surely not, for no machine could ever meet the 
requirements, but there are certain similarities in 
the process. 

Raw materials enter the twentieth century educa- 
tional machine in the same way that cotton, for 
instance, is fed into a textile machine. However, 
the analogy does not apply in certain respects. 
Industrial materials are fed in to make thousands of 
identical objects. New girls in a school may be 
inexperienced, but each girl is already an individual 
with a mind of her own, malleable, but with her 
own personal gifts and weaknesses already in her 
make-up. Because pupils are fundamentally dif- 
ferent, education sets up a different reaction in each 
one. Although classmates may be similar in age and 
size and may be exposed to similar "lessons," the 
finished products are individuals. 

A long procession of students streams through the 
school doors each year, just as raw materials travel 
into a machine on a conveyor belt. As the materials 
are treated with chemicals in an orderly sequence, 
so the students are held by a steady routine while 
they are educated. Character is affected. Young 

people work with other young people and their 
common purpose gives them unity. They learn to 
work together and laugh together. They learn the 
tact and friendliness which will he indispensable 
assets as their circle of acquaintances widens to 
include all ages. 

Academically, again, the analogy is deficient. A 
machine can grade its materials, hut it has to use 
the same process on each level. The school, how- 
ever, finds satisfactory outlets for the individual 
talents of each pupil. Xo longer than fifty years 
ago the comparison between the machine and the 
school applied, because students were all forced 
into the same pattern. The enlightened modern 
attitude is creating vocational schools and channels 
for every aptitude. The "Three R's" seem to have 
expanded to include training of character and mind. 
The well-adjusted graduate can apply his intellec- 
tual training to making his contribution to life. 

Out of this exposure to facts and people the 
finished product appears on the assembly line. 
Moulded, seasoned with culture, and polished with 
a little responsibility, it becomes a new generation 
- a generation which has been educated so that 
each individual is able to make his contribution to 
his community, his nation, and his civilization. 

For the King's Hall Matrics. the process is now 
over — at least the first stage of it. Another school 
year sets each finished product on her feet in a long 
procession leading into the future. Could any 
genius have invented a machine as sensitive as the 
educational influences that have shaped us in the 
last vears ? 

I should like to thank Miss MacLennan, Miss 
Morris, and Miss Evans for their unfailing assis- 
tance in the compiling of this edition of Per Annos. 
For their help in typing material I should like to 
thank Miss Jenkins, Miss Stickny, Jane Collin, 
Dilin McLernon, Dodi Hornig, Linda Peck, Pamela 
Fletcher, Dougie Trudeau, Susan Marpole, Francis 
Budden, Ann Stikeman, Bridget Blackader, Sheila 
Salmond, Judy Fletcher, and Charlotte Stinson. 
Most of the girls had time to do only one or two 
articles, but it is to Miss Thorne that our special 
gratitude goes. She willingly gave up hours of her 
time to type at least half of the magazine. 


JfHitfS <§tllarb 


King's Hall, 
May 6th, 1963. 

Dear Girls: 

So another School year is drawing to a close! It seems only yesterday that I was 
listening for the whistle of the train across the valley which was bringing yon all to 
Compton in September - - some to a completely new life - many to familiar 

I am going to use as the subject of my message to you a theme about which I 
wrote some years ago. As it deals with a Truth which is universal and eternal, it will 
bear repetition. This is the Truth — we get out of anything only that which we take 
to that thing. 

We are living in a. Scientific Age when the tendency is rather to scoff a1 the 
Classics. But at the risk of being considered "old-fashioned" I want to draw your 
attention to the motto of the Boat Race in Vergil's "Aencid." 

"Possunt quia posse videntur." 

"They can because they think they can." 

The Boat Race was very important to the contestants. They had prepared 
themselves well for the race by a period of rigorous training and self-denial. That 
feeling of preparedness gave them confidence. (Remember that your School-days are 
only the period of training for the real contest, which is the Race of Life.) The con- 
testants won through because they took the task seriously and worked "full-out." 

We all need a sense of vocation in our work to make us feel it is worth doing. This 
School has an important part to play in the building of Canada for the future. No 
nation can survive without culture, and no culture survives unless it is Christian 
culture. Your work is the receiving of this culture in your classes, and the handing 
of it on in homes and society. That is God's call to you. 

Now, to return to the "Aeneid," Vergil goes on to tell us that "rich prizes were 
given to all the crews, losers as well as winners." We all become dispirited at times: 
even the Saints of Old needed to keep their goals before their eyes. Their is the story 
of Saint Teresa of Avila, who, while very dispirited, dreamed that Our Lord appeared 
to her and said, "I do not ask success of my servants, but only an infinite desire." If 
you have this infinite desire to contribute to your country's needs you will work "all- 
out." This sense of dedication will enable you to give of your best. 

"Poteritis guia posse videbimini." 

"You will succeed because you will be confident of success." 

Yours affectionately, 

(XdJL B iju.$l£JUjudL x 


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Janet Burgoyne — "Jan" Head Girl, Montcalm 

St. Catharines, Ontario 1! 157-63 

"Life is only froth and bubble, 
Two things stand like stone. 
Kindness in another's trouble. 
Courage in your own." 
Activities: — Head Girl; Form Captain - Matrir; Sports Captain - IV A, 
V B, V A, VI B; Literature Club: Dramatics; Magazine Committee: 
Glee Club: Current Events: Junior Red Cross: Junior Prefect: Crueifer; 
Bellringer - VI B, VI A; Red Cross Representative - V B; Choir. 
Sports: — Basketball - School, Form: Soccer - School, House, Form: 

Volleyball - House, Form; Swimming; Tennis: Badminton. 
Favourite Expression: — "Now I ask you!" 
Favourite Pastime: — Leaping out of lied on Sunday nights to answer 

the telephone. 
Pet Aversion: — People who scream down the hall "Anybody got the lime? 
. . . Hey Burgoyne!" 

$eab #irl's JflesiSage 

One of the joys of being Head Girl is that you can look forward all year to writing a 
message at the end of the year in "Per Annos." The approved method of doing this is to read 
hack through all the other Head Girls' letters for as long as you have been al K.H.C., then 
try to find a different way to start and something different to say. 

It seems like yesterday that the Field Day was held on the first Sunday of the Fall Term - 
when the three Houses started (heir year-round competition. From then on this competitive 
spirit has never faltered. As many other Head Girls have mentioned, there is a great deal to be 

said for belonging to all three Houses, and I s< mind myself wishing that there were three 

shields, one for each of you to win. To those who do win the Work Shu-Id and the Sports Cup 

congratulations - you've earned them! To th hers who fought hard but were not as tor' 

tunate, don't lose hope or give up. Remember, "A gallant defeat is better than an easy victory " 

It seems hard to believe that, this year is nearly over and that 1 won't be back here 
unpacking with you all next September. Being your Head Girl this year has been a great 
experience lor me, and has been something that I have really enjoyed. To next year's Prefects 
and Matncs - good luck — and may you have as enjoyable a year as we have had 

It was Addison who said, "I shall endeavour to enliven morality with wil and to temner 

wit with morality." I'd like to enlarge upon this an ave the though, with you that we 

must learn to enjoy life ami to be able to laugh a, ourselves, In,, a, the same time never lose 
sight of our high principles - those whirl, King's lb,, ac hes us. 

-Wc.fc ^oxqajue 



Anne Evans — "Anevans" Head of Macdonald 

Lennoxville, Quebec 1959-63 

"Do thy best and rejoice with those that do better.'' 

Activities: — Form Captain - VI A; Head of Library Committee; Choir; 
Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine Committee; Glee Club; Current 
Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking; Debating. 

Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House; Volleyball - House; Swim- 
ming; Skiing; Tennis. 

Favourite Pastime: — Dreaming of Tadoussac. 

Ambition: — Nursing. 

Pet Aversion: — People who spell "Anne" without an "e." 

Elizabeth Sheridan Cook — "E" Prefect on Macdonald 

St. John's, Newfoundland 1(159-63 

"Turn backward, turn backward, O Time." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Sports Captain - V A, VI B; Literature 

Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking. 
Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - School, House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Skiing; Skating; Swimming; Tennis. 
Favourite Expression: — ". . . sort of, kind of . . . idea." 
Theme Song: — "Squid - jiggin' Ground." 



Susan Clark — "Tued" Head of Montcalm 

Summerside, Prince Edward Island 1960-63 

"If a man empties his purse into his head, 

no man can take it away from him." 

Activities: — Form Captain - VI B, VI A; Junior Red Cross delegate to 

Training Centre, Charlottetown, P.E.I., Summer of '62. 
Sports: — Soccer - House; Swimming; Basketball. 
Theme Song: — "Prince Edward Island is Heaven to Me" — somebody has 

to sing it! 
Ambition: — Social Service Worker. 
Pet Aversion: — People who sing hymns twenty-four hours of the day. 

Jean Baggs — "Jeanie" Prefect on Montcalm 

Beaconsfield, Quebec 1960-63 

"You would attain the divine perfection, 

and yet not turn your back upon the world." 

Activities: — Form Captain - VI B; Literature Club; Current Events 

Junior Red Cross; Magazine Committee - VI A; 

Sports: — Basketball - School, House, Form; Soccer 

Volleyball - House; Tennis, Badminton. 
Ambition: — Medical Doctor. 

Probable Destination: — Having my own T.V. show. 
Pet Aversion: — People singing "Prince Edward Island is Heaven to Me!' 

Public Speaking; 
- School, House; 

Mary Cape — "Capers" Head of Rideau 

Montreal, Quebec 1959-63 

"Be good, sweet maid and let who will be clever." 
Activities: — Form Captain - V A, VI B, VI A; Library Committee; 

Magazine Committee; Glee Club; Literature Club; Current P>ents; 

Dramatics; Junior Red Cross; Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - School, House, Form; Soccer -School, House, Form; 

Volleyball - House, Form; Swimming; Tennis; Badminton; Skating; 

Ambition: — Commercial Artist. 

Probable Destination: — Selling finger paints at Woolworth's. 
Pet Aversion: — Slow rope tows. 

Diane Bignell— "Biggy" Prefect on Rideau 

Quebec City, Quebec . ?? 1956-63 

"I can resist everything except temptation." 
Activities: — Form Captain - IV A, V A, VI A; Sports Captain - V B, V A, 

VI B; Library Committee; Magazine Committee - V A: Choir; Literature 

Club; Current Events; Dramatics; Junior Red Cross. 
Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - School, House; Volleyball - House, 

Form; Skiing; Badminton; Swimming; Skating. 
Favourite Expression: — "Now listen!" 
Favourite Pastime: — Skiing in the snow banks, and listening to Ray 

Conniff and Johnny Mathis. 
Ambition : — Stewardess. 
Probable Destination:— Being the only survivor. 

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g>cf)ool Sports Captains 

Sports Captain, Rideau 

Martha Cassils— "Cass" 
St. Sauveur des Monts, Quebec 

"Smile- it makes all the world wonder what you ve been up to. 
Activities:— Library Committee: Glee Club; Current Events; Literature 

Club; Dramatics: Junior Red Cross; Debating. 
Snorts-— Basketball - Form: Soccer - School, House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Swimming: Tennis; Skiing; Badminton; Skating. 
Favourite Expressions:— "Nothing like that." and "I don t know. 
Theme Song: — "I'm Dancing with Tears in my Eyes." 
Pet Aversion:— Doily and people who get the bath first. 

Nicola Carey Dbuce -"Nickie" Sports Captain, Rideau 

Montreal, Quebec , 1957-63 

"Einstein's dead, Beethoven's dead 

and I'm mil feeling so well myself." 

Activities: Form Captain - V B: Sports Captain - V A, VI B. VI A; 

Library Committee; (dee Club; Literature Club; Dramatics; Current 

Events; Junior Red Cross Secretary - VI A: Cottage Prefect; Debating 

Sports:— Basketball - House: Soccer - School; \ olleyball - House; Skating 

Swimming; Skiing: Tennis; Badminton. 
Favourite Expression: — "< lollywogs!" 
Prototype: — A padded pogo stick. 
Ambition: — Commercial artist . 
Probable Destination: — J )oodling. 

Eesibencc Captain* 


Cynthia Eke — "Ekey" Residence Captain, 

Port Washington, Long Island, New York 

"Born with the gift of laughter 
and a sense that the world is mad." 
Activities: — Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Sports Captain 

('dee Club; Current Events: Junior Red Cross: Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - School, House, Form; Volli 

House, Form; Tennis; Swimming; Skating; Skiing. 
Favourite Expression : — "Now, listen. . ." 
Favourite Pastime:— Living in the bath tub. 
Pet Aversion: — People who put on a false act all the time to impress others 

VI A; 

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Montreal, Quebec 

Residence Captain, Maedonald 
1 960-63 

"There is no duty we undertake so much as the duty of being happy." 
Activities:— Form Captain - VI A: Magazine Committee: Literature Club; 

Current Events; Dramatics; Junior Red Cross: Debating. 
Sports:- Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - House, 
^ Form; Tennis; Swimming; Skiing; Badminton. 
Theme Song:— "Climb Every Mountain." 
Ambition:— To see the Mattherhom. 
Pet Aversion:— People who tell me I walk like a duck. 

Jilatrtc ^portg Captains; 

Sihrkion Finch; "Miss Finch" Montcalm 

Oakville, Ontario 1955-63 

"Ah! don I say you agree with me. 

When people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong." 

Activities: Form Captain; Sports Captain; Library Committee; Choir; 

Literature ( lub; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current' Events ; Junior Red 

t TOSS. 

Sports:- Basketball -House, Lorn,; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Tennis; Skiing; Skating; Swimming: Badminton. ' 
1 Inane Song: -"] W ish I didn't love you so." 
Ambition: -To pass Geometry exams. 
Let Aversion: P c who interrupt me when I'm reading. 

DODl KOKNIQ "I )ods" ir I 

Magog, Quebec ?SwS 

"When (he Lord gave out bra,,,. 1 thought He meant trains 
and got oli on the wrong track " 
Activities: Form Captain -VI A ; Sports Captain - IV A Matric ■ Library 

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Ambition:— Nursing 

expression: -"Them's the hazards!" 
theme Song: -"I Believe," 



Caroline Abcher— "Callie" Rideau 

Richelieu, Quebec 1960-63 

"Experience is the name everyone gives for their mistakes." 
Activities: — Library Committee: Literature Club: Dramatics: Glee Club; 
Current Events; Junior Red Cross: Public Speaking. 

iasketball - Form: Soccer - House; Volleyball - H 

louse; Bad- 

Sports: — Bt-_- 

minton; Skiing; Tennis; Swimming. 
Favourite Expression: — "But to-day's my off diet day!" 
Ambition: — To speak seven languages. 
Probable Destination: — Being chief interpreter in a second tower of Babel. 

Patricia Balloch — "Pat" Montcalm 

Liverpool, Nova Scotia 19.59-63 

"'Tis far better to be a good devil than a naughty angel." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Current 

Events; Junior Red Cross; Debating; Public Speaking. 
Sports: — Basketball - House, Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Skiing; Skating; Swimming; Tennis. 
Favourite Expression: — "Chad." 
Theme Song: — "Stranger on the Shore." 
Prototype :— Hayley Mills. 


Frances Buchanan — "Buchie" Rideau 

Montreal, Quebec ^ 1959-63 

"Thinking is to me the greatest fatigue in the world." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Glee Club; Current Events; Literature 
Club; Junior Red Cross; Dramatics; Candy Cupboard. 
Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House; Volleyball - House; Swim- 
ming, Tennis; Skiing; Skating. 
Favourite Expression: — "Oh Really!" 
Ambition : — Stenographer. 
Probable Destination: — Refilling the water cooler! 

Frances Budden— "Budge" Montcalm 

Ottawa, Ontario ^ 1958-63 

"Smile, and the whole world smiles with you." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Choir; Glee Club; Literature Club; 

Current Events; Dramatics; Junior Red Cross; Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - House, 

Form; Skiing; Swimming; Skating. 
Favourite Expression: — "Your'e not just whistling Dixie!" 
Theme Song: — "A Certain Smile." 
Pet Aversion: — A certain dog. 

Jane Collin Macdonald 

Hudson, Quebec . 1960-63 

"The more alternatives, the more difficult the choice." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Glee (dub; 

Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 
s^p 0r t s: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - Form: 

Swimming; Tennis; Skiing; Skating. 
Favourite Pastime: — Skiing. 
Ambition: — To travel. 
Probable Destination: — Travelling across the country on skis. 


Linda Cowans — "Lin" M 

Montreal, Quebec . 

"Die Cedanken sind frei. 
Activities: — Library Committee; (dee Club ; Literature Club; 

Events ; Dramatics ; Junior Red Cross - President. 
Sports: — Basketball - House; Soccer - School, House; Volleyball 

Swimming; Skating; Tennis; Skiing. 
Favourite Expression:— "Definitely Not!" 
Prototype: — Koala Bear. 
Ambition:— To go to the Mother House. 
Probable Destination: — Somebody's mother. 



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Mahgot C hwen — Oowen 

Fort Chambly, Quebec . ,,..„, l^O-bd 

"If winter comes, can spring be tar behind f 

Activities:— Library Committee; Literature Club; Sports Captain; Maga- 
zine Committee; Glee Club; Current Events; Ballet. 

Sports:— Basketball - Form; Soccer - School; Volleyball - House; Swim- 
ming; Tennis. 

Favourite Pastime: Sleeping. 

Ambition: — To be a nurse. 

Probable Destination:— Sleeping on the ward. 

Claudia Dewar— "Clauds" Rideau 

Oakville, Ontario 1959-63 

"What we really are depends on our heart not our head.' 

Activities:— Sports Captain - VI B; Library Committee; Glee Club: Litera- 
ture Club; Dramatics; Current Events: Junior Red Cross. 

Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - House, 
Form ; Swimming. 

Ambition: — Career in art. 

Probable Destination: — Tea taster. 

Pet Aversion: — People telling me I can't spell. 

Jennifer Eardley — "Jene" .Montcalm 

Nassau, The Bahamas PJ60-63 

Vides meliora proboque, sed deteriora sequor. 

I see and approve better things, but follow worse. 

Activities: — Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; 
Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 

Sports: — Basketball - House, Form; Soccer - School, House, Form; Volley- 
ball - House, Form; Swimming; Skiing; Tennis. 

Favourite Expression: — "Oh Man!'' 

Prototype : — ( !y psy . 

Pet Aversion: — People who call me vague and disorganized. 

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Pamei.a Jean Fletcher — "Fletch" 
1 )anville, Quebec 

"Yes, the next train left ten minutes ago. 
Activities:— Library Committee; Literature Club; Magazine Committee: 

Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Sports:— Basketball - Form; Soccer - House; Volleyba 

minton; Tennis; Swimming; Skiing; Skating. 
Ambition: -Mathematician. 

Probable Destination : — Balancing the weekly budget. 
Pet Aversion: —People who can cat and nol gain weight. 

Esther Franklin Montcalm 

onerbrooke, (Quebec I'lVi-tV-i 

"The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers, 

bill they rise behind her steps, not before them " 

Activities:— Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine 
Committee; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Debating 

Sports:— Basketball - Form; Soccer - House; Volleyball - House- Bad- 
minton; Swimming; Skiing; Skating. 

Ambition: —To be an archeologist. 

Probable Destination: — A mummy. 

Pet Aversion: — People who make remarks about missing teeth. 

Kathleen MacCulloch "Lathy" 
Bedford, Nova Scotia 

"If you can't be a highway, jusl be a trail 

If you can't be a. sun, be a star; 

For if isn't by size that you win or you fail, 

Be the best at whatever you arc " 

Activities: Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics 
Club, Magazine Committee; Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 

SpoMs. -Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - House 
Form; Badminton; Skiing; Skating. nouse, 

Favourite Expression — "Now wait, now 1 " 

Theme Song:— "My Mother Murdered a Kangaroo " 

i< avounte Pastime :— Procrastinating. 





Willa Magee — "Magoo" Rideau 

Westmount, Quebec 1959-63 

"You are my honey, honeysuckle, 

And I am the bee." 

Activities: — Form Captain - VI B; Library Committee; Literature Club; 

Magazine Committee; Clee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; 

Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - House, 

Form; Swimming; Skiing; Tennis; Skating. 
Theme Song: — "Midnight in Caracas." 
Prototype: — Bob Hope. 
Pet Aversion: — Telling people I'm not Lalage Wright! 

Susan Marpole — "Maypole" Maedonald 

Como, Quebec 1960-63 

"If hers were a common nature, 
Women would all have kings." 

Activities: — Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; 
Magazine Committee; Clee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 

Sports: — Basketball - Form; Soccer - School; Volleyball - House; Bad- 
minton; Tennis; Swimming. 

Favourite Expression: — "Rats!" 

Favourite Pastime: — Setting the alarm clock for my room-mate! 

Pet Aversion: — People who think I'm somebody else. 

Di-Lin McLernon — "Dily" Maedonald 

Westmount, Quebec 1959-63 

"For yesterday is but a dream 
And tomorrow is only a vision; 
But today well lived makes 
Every yesterday a dream of happiness, 
And every tomorrow a vision of Hope." 
Activities: — Sports Captain - VI B; Choir; Glee Club; Literature Club; 

Current Events; Dramatics; Junior Red Cross; Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - House, Form; Soccer - School, House, Form; Volley- 
ball - House, Form; Tennis; Swimming; Badminton; Skiing; Skating. 
Favourite Expression: — "Pardon ?" 
Ambition : — Nurse. 
Pet Aversion:— Castles and "STOP TALKING." 

Linda Peck— "Peckers" Maedonald 

Westmount, Quebec 1958-63 

"I want what I want when I want it." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current 

Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Sports: — Basketball - House, Form; Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Skiing; Skating; Swimming; Tennis; Badminton. 
Favourite Expression: — "What an ick." 
Favourite Pastime: — Eating. 
Probable Destination: — A candy taster. 

Jean Douglas Trudeau — "Dougie" Maedonald 

New York City, N.Y. ^ 1956-63 

"Everything I like is illegal, immoral or fattening." 

Activities: — Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current 
Events; Junior Red Cross. 

Sports: — Basketball - House; Soccer - House; Volleyball - House; Bad- 
minton; Skiing; Swimming; Tennis. Skating. 

Theme Song:— "With a little bit of luck." 

Ambition: — To be a missionary nurse. 

Probable Destination: — Ending up in a stew. 

Susan White — "Sue" 
Montreal, Quebec 

"I slept and dreamt that life was beauty 
I woke and found that life was duty." 
Activities: — Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Gl 

Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Sports:— Basketball - House; Soccer - School; Volleyball - House 

Swimming; Badminton; Skating; Skiing. 
Favourite Pastime:— Day dreaming. 
Ambition:— To be a haematologist. 
Probable Destination: — Serving cookies at the Red Cross Blood 



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Cathy Wootton — "Woody" Rideau 

Montreal, Quebec 1057-63 

"The hurrider I go the behinder I get." 
Activities: — Form Captain - IV A, V B, V A: Library Committee; Choir; 

Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine Committee; Glee Club; Current 

Events; Cottage Prefect; Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - House, Form: Soccer - House, Form; Volleyball - 

House, Form; Tennis; Skiing. 
Theme Song; — "Have some Madeira M'dear." 
Ambition: — Physiotherapist. 
Probable Destination: Mechanic. 

Lalage Wright — "Lai" 
( Mtawu, ( Intario 

"Sir Ronald jumped on his horse 
and rode off madly in all directions." 
Activities:— Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club 

Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Debating. 
Sports: — Basketball - School; Soccer - School; Volleyba 

ming; Skiing; Tennis: Skating. 
Favourite Expression: — "Hello I here Sapphire!" 
Prototype: — Eloise Peabody. 
Pet Aversion:— Telling people I'm nol \\ ilia Magee! 

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^fje <&uarter-Centurp Club 

Miss Wallace 

This year Miss Wallace is completing her twenty- 
fifth year as Science Mistress at King's Hall. We 
see in this event an opportunity to thank her for 
the many services which she has rendered to this 
school to the present students and to I he many 
girls who have gone before us. Miss Wallace teaches 
us Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and in former 
years has even taught Geography and Nature 
Study. However, this is not the full sum of her 

Every year she takes the Malrics. on nature 
hikes, one in the Fall Term and one in the Winter, 
wherein she explains the life functions of all the 
plants and animals thai we see, and points out the 
many things that we would not notice were we 
just walking through the countryside by ourselves. 
She often holds extra classes for us in the Labora- 
tory, when we can look at- various specimens that, 
she has collected and ask her questions on anything 
that especially interests or troubles us. 

Also she supervises all her "scientifically-minded 

students" when they are watching the television 
program, "The Nature of Things" every Sunday 
evening. She sits at French table with us and helps 
us to converse in correct French, as well as, on 
occasion, operating the projector at our weekly 
Saturday-night movie. On top of all this, she finds 
time lo make her yearly contribution to the Red 
Gross which always takes the form of two or three 
beautifully-made and brightly-coloured quilts. We 
are always quite envious of those lucky little 
children win, will be kept warm lor so many winters 
by I hose lovely quilts. 

1 1 is impossible to explain in words all the other 
ways in which Miss Wallace has been so kind to 

" s :i " l! ncouragement thai she has given to 

her so-often-misquided pupils, the interesting ways 
in which she has made her subjects come alive to 
usand al] (ll( ' fun that we have had while working 
with her. All we can say to you, Miss Wallace, is 
thai simple and straight forward and yet very 
sincere phrase thank you - from the bottom 
ol our hearts. 

Esther Franklin, Matric 




Dear Angels, 

It seems like such a long time since our first 
House meeting last September. Sitting here, 
writing to you, we remember how petrified we were 
to walk in and face all of you. We remember 
stuttering something about having spirit. Well, to 
tell you the truth, we've enjoyed every meeting 
since, and you certainly came through with the 
spirit. We'll never forget your enthusiastic cheering 
at each meeting when we told you "what we came," 
whether it was first or last. 

We were beginning to wonder if you little 
angels would ever get co-ordinated in sports, but 
the swimming meet proved that you're not quite 
as spastic as you look. We expect to see some of you 
in the 1964 Olympics! 

Hope the '63 - '64 Prefects get as much pleasure 
out of being your House Heads as we have had. 
Thank you for being such a terrific House, Rideau. 

Love to all, 

Mary and Di. 


Dear Montcalmites, 

This letter marks the end of another year for 
you and for Montcalm. For some of us it is the 
last year, but for others there are a few more 
years left. This is specifically addressed to those 
who are returning. In the past you have supported 
the Montcalm cause with much lung and mental 
power, and now the spirit of Montcalm will fall 
into your hands. The flame doesn't have to be 
rekindled; just a little fanning brings a bright 
spark; take it from two wise old owls. 

In sports your spirit was wonderful. In soccer 
you just can't be beaten — at least not more than 
once. In House games each girl played to the best 
of her ability. Even in swimming we have some of 
the best fish in the school - - it's just that we're 
not the fastest. Remember, though, we don't 
expect you to win every single solitary time; it's 
the way you do things that counts. 

It was very rewarding to see that you all reserved 
your yelling and screaming for House meetings 
each week. You have worked for a goal throughout 
the year with great vim and vigour; so just con- 
tinue aiming for the goal next year and in the years 
to come. But always remember, "It doesn't matter 
whether you win or lose - - it's how you play the 












Dear Macdonaldites, 

You have been just wonderful! Even though 
after doing the books it sometimes looked as though 
we would never speak to you again, (or hadn't 
spoken to you enough) your good weeks certainly 
made up for your - er - other ones. You have come 
first millions of times, (hyperbole?) but that is not 
all that counts. It is your spirit, and you certainly 
have plenty — often we have walked out of House 
meetings feeling deafened by the tumultuous cheers. 
It was thrilling to add up the totals of some of you 
busy beavers who worked yourselves to the bone 
each week to obtain extra pluses. 

The sports have been tremendous. It seems that 
everyone on the House excels in one sport or 

We would like to say how much we have enjoyed 
being your Prefects and to wish those of next 
year the best of luck. Just remember that "Gold 
Never Tarnishes." 

Lots of Love, 

Anne and "E". 


Sue and Jeanie. 


£>t\)ool Calenbar 


School Opened for the Christmas Term Sept. 11 

The Matric. Field Day (Entertainment) Sept. 15 

Appointment of the Prefects ^ Sept. 16 

Talks by Miss Napier and Barbara Gibaut on Anglican Women's Training College, Toronto - 

and Anglican Camp Sept. 23 

Illustrated Lecture on the Britannia Expedition to the Arctic Sept. 30 

Thanksgiving Week end Oct. 6-8 

Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Tests written by Matric. and VI A Oct. 20 

Soccer Match — Sherbrooke High School vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Oct. 20 

Attended concert by New York Pro Musica at Bishop's University Oct. 24 

Tea Dance at B.C.S Oct, 27 

Soccer Match — Sherbrooke High School vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Oct. 30 

Hallowe'en Supper and Party Nov. 2 

Soccer Match — Bishop's University Women's Team vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Nov. 5 

Matrics. Guests of Stanstead College — football Match, Tea Dance, and Dinner Nov. 10 

Attended Three One-act Plays at Bishop's University Nov. 16 

Illustrated Lecture by Russel Polden — "Trip Around the World" Nov. 25 

Scholastic Aptitude tests written by Matrics. at B.C.S Dec. 1 

Christmas Kxaminations Dec. 1-7 

Early Morning Carols by Choir Dec. 8 

Nativity Play, Carol Service and Christmas Party . . Dec. 9 

School Closed for Christmas Vacation .... Dec. 14 


School lie-opened for Easter Term .Jan. 8 

Public Speaking Evening — VI A and Matric J an 20 

Attended "The Reluctant Debutante" -- Lennoxvillc Players Jan' 24 

Annual School Dance j an 26 

Bridget, Blaekader represented the School, Public Speaking Compel it ion — Sherbrooke Ian. 28 

Choir sang al Morning Service, St. George's Church, Lennoxvillc p eD 17 

French Play, Juniors French Recitations p„u 17 

Attended "Way to Kill" - B.C.S '.'.'. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. '. ' Feb! 22 

Achievement Tests written by Matrics. at B.C.S A[ ar ""o 

Choir sang at Service Dedicating Organ, St. Barnabas' Church, North Hatley ...... ','. Mar 5 

Attended "The Crucible" at Bishop's University 'vr'' o 

1 , ■ 1 > • , 1 • ivi ai . o 

riano Recital -w ,a 

Attended Performance of "Julius Caesar" Stanstead College '»/„ ' ic 

V A Play and V A Operetta {JJar \~ 

Concert given K.H.C. by Bishop's University Glee Club Deep Purities............ Mar 18 

School Closed for Easier- Vacation "vr ' nn 

School Re-opened for Summer Term Anr 4 

Tour of Sherbrooke Hospital VI A's and Matrics a 

Suga ring-off Parly at .Mr. Johann's An 1 "' 

Red Cross Evening \ . 91 

"Designs for Living" Illustrated Lecture by Air. William A Anderson \?i' 07 

VI A Play "The Witch House of Baldoon" M ^. ££ 

Matriculation Examinations M 17 

The Mathematical Congress Examination, ... m \ 

The Invitation Dance B.C.S f ay 6 , 

Matric. Choir J !l - v \ 

, , a. 4.- May 5 

Confirmation A , • 

Glee Club Recital 5 1 o 

Talk by Bishop of Hong Kong J ay * 

final School Examinations ', , ' " ' - v - 1 *; 

final Church Service Alay 29 j June ; | 

Gymnasium Demonstration and Closing Exercises June u 

June i 




In September, Miss Napier of the Anglican 
Women's Training College gave us a most inte- 
resting and informative talk on the Toronto 
College. The A.W.T.C. is a college for young 
women of Anglican denomination who wish to 
train for service in the church as social workers, 
missionaries, teachers in the church-run Eskimo 
and Indian schools and other related occupations. 
A few girls from King's Hall are interested in 
pursuing work of this nature upon graduation, and 
[ do not think Miss Napier should be too surprised 
if, in the next couple of years, she receives several 
applications from former King's Hall students. 

Accompanying Miss Napier was Barbara Gi- 
baut, a Compton old girl who, after Miss Napier 
had completed her speech, talked to us about 
Quebec Lodge, a Church camp on nearby Lake 
Massawippi, and the very different camp on the 
Magdalen Islands which she supervised last sum- 
mer. At Quebec Lodge the season is divided into 
three periods; one each for senior girls, junior girls, 
and junior boys. (The senior boys go to Camp 
Farthing in the Diocese of Montreal.) The capacity 
for campers at each of these sessions is roughly 
about one hundred and ten. 

At the camp in the Magdalen Islands, however, 
there were about twelve campers of all ages; there 
is just one camping period. After the talks, two or 
three King's Hall girls signed up as counsellors at 
Quebec Lodge, for the coming season. 

We would like to thank Miss Napier and Barbara 
Gibaut for taking the time to come out here and 
speak to us and we want them to know that we 
thoroughly enjoyed their visit and hope that their 
effort will be rewarded by a greater participation 
of young people in the work of the Church. 

Esther Franklin, Matric. 


On the evening of September 30, we were 
astounded to see a sort of boat being pushed 
up into the Prep. Hall via the fire-escape stairs! 
It was a kayak. Other bewildering items accom- 
panying it were a tent, arrow-heads, a skull, and 
collections of all sorts of flowers. With these, we 
learned later, were food samples and slides. These 
were going to the making of a very enjoyable 
evening. They formed the equipment and the col- 
lection of The Cape Britannia Expedition. Four 
young men who might have stepped from the 
England of Elizabeth I were here to reconstruct - 

in word and picture their Arctic Adventure. 

They were Robert Challis, David Gordon-Dean, 
Russell Polden, and the leader of the expedition, 
Robert Curdy. They had gone last June to the 
Arctic to search for the diaries of Sir John Franklin. 
They had left Yellowknifc and had gone down the 
Back River by kayak. This, incidentally, was the 
first time the rapids of the Back River had been 
shot. Through much barren land, meeting civiliza- 
tion now and then, they had made their way 
slowly down the river, encountering all sorts of 
hazards from the weather and the country. They 
reached their destination just before winter set in 
and were able to look around for the diaries. Amid 
much rubble they did find the can that had contain- 
ed the diaries, but to their intense disappointment 
the papers themselves were gone, probably picked 
up by some inquisitive Eskimo. 

After seeing the slides, which were extremely 
interesting, we went up on the stage where they 
had put on exhibition all their items, and where 
anyone who wished might ask questions, sit in 
the kayak, or explore the inner reaches of the tent. 

We wish to thank these young men very much 
for coming, and to assure them that this was an 
evening which added another spark to the term. 
Douglas Trudeau, Matric. 



Once again King's Hall had the privilege of 
attending the annual autumn Tea Dance at 
Bishop's College School. The decorations were 
simple, but very original. Large murals of gaily 
coloured handprints adorned the walls. These made 
a perfect setting for such lively dances as the 
Twist, the Charleston and, of course, the Bunny 
Hop. These dances were attempted by everyone. 

Refreshments were served during a welcome in- 
termission at tables set at one corner of the gjnn., 
for any weary couples needing rest. At midnight 
the drowsy group of King's Hall girls tumbled into 
the bus, having enjoyed every minute of the 
evening's fun and hoping that next year they 
would be invited back again. 

We wish to express our thanks and appreciation 
to our hosts for such an enjoyable evening. 

Nancy MacDoxald, 
Deryl Dawes, VI A. 




On October 24 we attended a concert at Bishop's 
University presented by the New York Pro Musica, 
a group of performers specializing in mediaeval 
music. The music was certainly unlike anything 
that most of us had heard before. The group was 
composed of about ten musicians and singers with a 
curious assortment of instruments ranging from a 
harpsichord to an alto sackbut (an old type of 
trombone. ) 

The selections portrayed music of the sixteenth 
and seventeenth centuries as presented in various 
countries. Altogether we had a delightful and 
rewarding evening. 

Mary Stratford, VI B. 


Though the Hallowe'en celebration occured al 
King's Hall this year on November the second, 
this delay did not diminish the excitement that ran 
through the school. We started the evening by 
lining up outisdc the dining room, looking forward 
with anticipation to what we would find. Once we 
were inside many "Oh's and Ah's" could be heard, 
for the decorating done by the VI B's seemed to 
have quite an effect on the school. We ate a deli- 
cious supper of hot -dogs, ice-cream, cakes, cookies, 
and candies. The kitchen staff also participated in 
our fun ; they were all in costume and either blacked 
their faces or wore masks. 

Everyone then collected in the gym for the skits. 
The football game of the year, starring" Staff", 
started the whole thing with a bang. The juniors 
followed with their nursery rhyme skits. Next were 
the advertisements pantomimed by the V A's. 
History was re-enacted by the VI B Historians. 
Then came "Romance through the Ages" portrayed 
by the VI A's. T.V. commercials were sponsored 
by the Matrics. 

As Hallowe'en is famous at K.H.C. for its apple- 
bobbing and for its hokey-pokey led by Miss 
Ramsay, the whole school joined in these activities 
with great enthusiasm. 

The entertainment came to an end with a great 
sing-song and taps, Janet Burgoyne at the piano. 
Filing down the stairs, we all thought to ourselves 
"What another wonderful Hallowe'en this has 
been !" 

Margot Douglas, 

Jane Stewart, 

Cheryl McDehmid, VI A. 


It was a very enthusiastic busload of Matrics. 
who arrived at Stanstead College on November 
tenth in response to a kind invitation from Mr. 
Cayley, the Headmaster. 

Though it was drizzling, we greatly enjoyed the 
football game between Stanstead and Quebec High 
School. We also put our lusty young voices and 
our K.H.C. cheers to use, and we'd like to think 
they helped — Stanstead came from a 7-7 tie when 
we arrived at half-time to win the game 31-7 and 
carry off the trophy. 

We then trooped inside to dry out and warm up, 
aided by steaming tea which was served in the 
school's reception room. 

Next stop was Pierce Hall, which the boys had 
decorated in the theme of "Alice in Wonderland." 
On each window was a large charcoal drawing 
depicting some character or scene from Lewis 
Carroll's famous book, and the stage was flanked 
by two huge tea-cups. There was also a variety 
of multi-coloured streamers and balloons hanging 
from the walls and ceiling. A huge K.H.C. crest, 
carefully drawn by one of the boys, hung at the 
back of the stage and was presented to us at the 
end of the dance. 

After two hours of vigorous dancing, both to 
music provided by a combo made up of four of the 
boys, and to records, a group of hungry teen-agers 
headed for the school dining-room. We toasted 
each other in tomato juice, then attacked the deli- 
cious supper with gusto. 

Coffee was served afterwards, and a school "musi- 
cian" played the piano to a very attentive audience. 
Then we girls gathered up our various belongings, 
thanked our victorious hosts, and went reluctantly 
out to the bus, to spend the next hour on the road 
reliving the extremely enjoyable day. 

Pamela Fletcher, Matric. 


Again this year we enjoyed two French "Even- 
ings," when the Juniors under the direction of 
Madame Landes put on short plays. On each 
occasion the plays were followed by recitations of 
French poetry given chiefly by members of V A, 
with a few from VI A. These "Evenings" represent 
hours of work and preparation on the part of 
Madame Landes and the girls, and they are much 




Oral composition is part of the regular English 
work of all the Forms, but in the lower Forms the 
girls make their speeches in front of their own 
(•lasses only. The best speakers of Matric. (if they 
have time) and of VI A are chosen to give one or 
two Public Speaking evenings in the Prep. Hall 
before the whole school, including Miss Gillard and 
the Staff. 

The first such evening was held on January 20, 
when the chief object was to choose a representative 
for the Saint Francis district semi-final of the an- 
nual Public Speaking Competition sponsored by 
the McGill Alumni Society. Prom a group of about 
twelve, our three ranking speakers were Jean Baggs 
on "Advertising"; Bridget Blackader on "The 
Tyranny of Fashion"; and Margaret Webster on 
"St. Vincent", which she had recently visited. 
You may read all three of these speeches in the 

It was Bridget Blackader who was finally chosen 
to speak in Sherbrooke on January 28. We con- 
gratulate her on giving an excellent speech and 
being ranked third. 

Plans are being made for another Public Speaking 
evening in the Summer Term. 


On the night of January 24, 1963, two busloads 
of King's Hall girls arrived at B.C.S. to see the 
production of "The Reluctant Debutante" which 
was being put on by the Lennoxville Players in 
aid of the Sherbrooke Hospital. The director was 
Mr. Lewis Evans. The play had been the topic of 
conversation for the last week, as two of our Staff, 
Miss Reid and Mrs. Clifton, were in it, while an 
old girl, Diana Glass, was the heroine - - the re- 
luctant debutante. 

As the curtain rose we were taken info a typical 
English morning-room with a very realistic, though 
quite simple, setting. The play itself was about the 
worries of two mothers of debutante daughters 
caught up in the rigours of the London season. We 
enjoyed the theme and laughed heartily at I he 
witty conversation -- especially on the telephone. 
The acting was very good. Mrs. Perry, as the 
mother of the heroine, was outstandingly good, in 
action and speech as natural as if she had been 
moving about her own home. John Amido, and 
Diana Glass were also most convincing. 

We enjoyed the play very much. As we left we 
wondered whether we would be going through the 
same ordeal in a few year's time. 

Elizabeth Stikeman, VI A. 


As a sequel to the illustrated talk on I lie 
Britannia Expedition, Mr. Russell Polden came 
again on November 25. This time he was to tell 
us about his own expedition around the world on 
a motorcycle. Pie brought with him a set of slides 
and his projector. 

In 1956, restless and looking for adventure, he 
had set out from England. Instead of equipping 
himself with the normal tooth-brush, suitcase, and 
plane ticket he had substituted for these a camera, 
a hundred pounds sterling, and his cycle. In two 
years he returned with his trusty mobile, a two- 
year accumulation of beard, and some exciting 
slides. These — or some of them - - we were for- 
tunate enough to see. He showed us many parts of 
the world and many "sights," from the Taj Mahal 
and the temples of Bankok with their rich decor 
to the most poverty-stricken villages of China. Both 
extremes were unbelievable. 

Even more fascinating than the pictures was 
Mr. Polden's story of his seventy-thousand-mile 
motorcycle ride — varied by a few ferry trips from 
land mass to land mass. He also described some of 
the jobs that had financed him when the hundred 
pounds was spent: acting, journalism, advertising, 
and lumbering. The last part of his journey was 
made on the "Queen Mary" from New York to 
Dover. We realized the possibilities that can 
develop for the modern Ulysses. Both these travel 
talks aroused our desire to see more of the world 
for ourselves. 

Nicola Druce, Matric. 

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This year, to the enjoyment of the whole School, 
two piano recitals were held, in each of which 
fourteen girls played. They were drawn from IV A 
to Matric, and from musical grades one to nine. 
The first recital took place on November 25 and 
the second on March 10. The pieces performed were 
very varied: English folk songs, a sonata by Bee- 
thoven, and compositions by Schubert and Brahms. 

On behalf of both players and listeners, I should 
like to express thanks and appreciation to Miss 
Tudor Jones and Miss Hewson for giving up their 
time, and preparing everyone to play in these 

Joy Ballooh, VI B. 




Every year, the Juniors under Miss Hewson's 
capable direction put on a play at Christmas. Often 
they are assisted by members of the older classes. 
This year's pageant, the traditional story of 
Christmas, incorporated the V A and VI B Glee 
Club for the choruses and 1 he effect of carolling 
villagers was very well carried out, indeed. 

The part of Mary, taken by Elizabeth Morgan, 
was excellently portrayed. Pauline Roberts, as the 
archangel Gabriel, narrated the story, and Jan 
Parke, as Joseph, gave just the light amount of 
atmosphere to the stage. The Three Wise Men, 
Mary-Sue Philpott, Pat Malabre, and Barbara 
Campbell were very well played, as were the three 
shepherds Sheana Meyers, and Mary and Martha 
Jems-Read, the other figures of the old Christmas 
story. The choruses sung by the V A and VI B 
Glee Club harmonized beautifully. Two soloists 
were borrowed from other forms, Shireen Pinch 
and Wendy Rankin. Towards the end of the pag- 
eant the remaining members of IV A and V B 
came on stage dressed in costumes representing all 
nations. The finale of the pageant was mankind's 
homage to the Christ Child. 

After the play each Form sang a French carol 
and there were other carols in Latin and Spanish 
as well. The choir also sang several favourite 
Christmas hymns. Pater we walked downstairs, 
passing between two rows of choir girls, who were 
lined up m the glass passage, holding candles and 
singing "Holy Night" to the accompaniment of the 
organ, flute, viola and piano played by Mrs. 
Aitkin, Miss Wallace, Miss Tudor Jones and Janet 
Burgoyne. Everyone sat in the lounge while 
"Santa" and his jolly helpers smilingly presented 
the Staff with boxes of beautiful notepaper accom- 
panied by witty verses and the Best Wishes of the 
whole school for a Merry Christmas. Led by the 
choir we all sang carols. When we finally went to 
sleep I am sure every girl felt that Christmas was 
very close. Sheila Salmond, VI A. 


On Friday night, November 16, two busloads of 
King's Hall girls arrived at Bishop's University 
to enjoy an evening of one-act plays presented by 
the Bishop's University Dramatic Society. I am sure 
all will agree that these plays were outstanding in 
every detail. The setting, lighting and sound effects 
were especially good. 

The first play, "The Lesson," was a, philosophical 
production. It definitely appealed to the higher 
intellectuals. However, everyone enjoyed the 

psychotic old German professor, aptly portrayed 
by John Turner, and the professor's charming 
young student, played by Priscilla Macey, who was 


instructed in higher mathematic, 


plus two equals four." The play reached its climax 
as the professor, in a burst of emotion, stabbed the 
girl; in the final lines we discover that this is not 
the first pupil he has disposed of! 

The second play appealed to everyone. It was 
an amusing presentation of the Scottish comedy, 
"Rory Aforesaid." Rory McColl, a slightly eccen- 
tric, wily old Highland shepherd, was outstandingly 
portrayed by John Mclllmurray. He had slaugh- 
tered one of his master's sheep, but refused to 
testify on the witness stand as it was against his 
principles to "lie after having taken an oath." In 
the end, he won his case with the most brilliant 
of testimonies ever recorded — "Baa !" The humour 
was increased by a sub-plot concerning Harris 
tweed, between the two attorneys, and reference to 
the tweed entered the examinations every once in a 

As the curtain rose on the third play, everyone 
was filled with suspense. The stage was lighted by 
an eerie glow, and the tune of "Bill Bailey" drifted 
softy from the background. It was Shaw's well- 
known "Poison, Passion, and Petrification," a 
social satire on the flightly wife, her young lover, 
and her jealous husband. The wife, xMagnesia 
Fitztollemache, was hilariously played by Pat 
Young. The lover was finally disposed of by filling 
him with cement, anil the husband and wife were 
joyfully reunited. 

The audience all regretted, when the curtain 
descended on the last play, that a very enjoyable 
evening was over. 

Judy Fletcher, VI A. 


On March 17, the V A's put on a play, "New 
School for Wives," directed by Miss Reid, and an 
Operetta, "The Idea," under the direction of Miss 

"New School for Wives" is the story of a girl 
returning home from a rather different type of 
finishing school a school in which each girl is 
encouraged to "find herself," and to develop her 
particular dominant characteristic. Ellen, the her- 
oine, played by Susan Gait, is sweet and friendly, 
but has no outstanding characteristic, and for this 
reason has not "found herself." Therefore she has 
failed her course. Ellen brings three other girls 
home with her. These are played by Christine 
Prescott, Nan Rudel, and Kathy MacKay Each 



had certainly developed her main characteristic and 
made one wonder whether the finishing school was 
snch a good idea. The four young actresses por- 
trayed their characters with real skill and humour. 
It turns out that Ellen did not need to "find her- 
self" for the hero, played convincingly by Mary 
Glen, finds her and begs her to marry him. The 
play ends with the proposal, but we are not sure 
whether Ellen accepts it. Robyn Wise and Margaret 
Chapman as Ellen's mother and father, and Cindy 
Morton as the maid, added a great deal to the 
liveliness and comedy. 

Though the staging was not elaborate it was 
clever and effective. The furniture was tastefully 
and naturally arranged and gave the atmosphere of 
a pleasant home. The V A's deserved every bit of 
the enthusiastic applause which greeted their 

"The Idea" tells of the bright notion of the prime 
minister of a fictitious country to have the men 
and women exchange jobs. This does not work well 
at all and causes a great deal of unhappiness. 
Finally, things are put back to normal and all are 
happy again. The singing in this operetta was very 
good indeed, especially that of Sheila Reid, the 
King; Marilyn Nichols, the Queen; and Norah 
Dean Doheny and Tassy Smith, who also had solo 
parts. Especially outstanding were the two comic 
characters, the Prime Minister, Madeleine Thomas, 
and a guard, Tish Wolff. These girls not only sang 
well but showed unusual acting ability. The chorus 
was excellent, both in singing and in the natural 
groupings and movements around the stage. They 
added much to the very pleasing "stage picture." 

Both plays were greatly appreciated by the rest 
of the School who wish to thank the actresses, the 
helpers behind the scenes, and especially Miss 
Reid, Miss Hewson, and also Miss Tudor Jones who 
assisted with make-up. The V A's donated the 
proceeds to the Red Cross. 

Charlotte MacLatchy, VI A. 

An Illustrated Lecture 

One of the most fascinating lectures we have had 
at King's Hall for some years was "Designs for 
Survival" given on Saturday morning, April 27, 
by Mr. William A. Anderson. Mr. Anderson was 
brought to this district by the St. Francis-Massa- 
wippi Bird Club. When a young man Mr. Anderson 
began filming nature as a hobby. He has come a 
long way since then, being now a motion picture 
director for the United States government. Mr. 
Anderson, assisted by his wife, directed the filming 

of "Designs for Survival." It took twelve years to 
complete this picture, which has won world acclaim. 
Before showing the film Mr. Anderson gave a 
short introductory talk, then accompanied the film 
with a running commentary and explanation. The 
film is entertaining, often amusing, and alwaj^s 
informative. It clarifies the lecture and is clarified 
by the lecture. It puts everything in nature in a 
new light. 

The general theme is the way in which nature 
aids the animal world to survive. The film is divided 
into four sections: "Designs for Eating," "Designs 
for Moving," "Designs for Protection," and 
"Designs for Reproduction." In each part of the 
film we saw both the common, everyday designs 
for these functions and also the rarer, more com- 
plicated ones. It is incredible that some of the 
close-up shots could ever have been taken, for we 
caught glimpses into the inside lives of many dif- 
ferent mammals, birds and fish. One of the most 
unusual was of the angler fish getting his dinner. 
He has a worm-like appendage on his head, by 
means of which he lures other fish near him; then 
he opens an enormous mouth and devours them 
in a hash. He is so fast you can hardly see him 
swallowing them. In this amazing film even the 
common animals which we think we know be- 
came new and interesting as we saw many little 
things about them which had escaped our notice. 
One could go on for hours talking about this 
unique film. All we can say is, "If you ever have 
an opportunity to see it, be sure to do so." When 
the hour and a half was over Ave felt we had been 
there for only a few minutes and we could have 
sat looking for twice as long. 

Betty -Jane Punnett, 
Judy Fletcher, VI A. 


On Sunday, April 29, a VI A group presented the 
play "The Witch House of Baldoon." It was set in 
Baldoon, a Scottish settlement in Upper Canada. 
The time was 1829. This settlement, founded by 
Selkirk, did not flourish, and many tales of witch- 
craft and magic grew up around the area. The play 
was based on one such legend, and tells of a home 
cursed by witchcraft in the form of an Indian 
servant. Her treachery is discovered by Dr. Troyer, 
the diviner of magic. The people of the drama are 
all actual people who lived in Baldoon. 

The main characters, Floss MacDonald, daughter 
of the house and Terry the witch, were played by 
Bridget Blackader and Ann Stikeman, respectively. 
The Diviner of magic was Elizabeth Stikeman; Mr. 



MacDonald was Andria Ross, and Mrs. Mac- 
Donald, Katherine Mills. Debby Gill took the part 
oi Donald, a visiting neighbour's boy, while the 
minister was played by Wendy Rankin. I thought 
they all acted their parts very well, for they made 
the whole play exciting and enjoyable. Kathleen 
Plow and Cheryl MacDermid behind the scenes 
were just as vital to the performance as those on 
stage because, with some help from Nancy Mac- 
Donald, they created the rain, thunder, lightning 
and fire without which the play would have been 
flat and meaningless. They are to be congratulated 
on the great success of (heir "effects." They added 
much to the eerie atmosphere. Aiiss MaeLennan 
directed the production. Thanks to all involved in 
the play, attending it was a most rewarding way 
of spending the evening. 

Betty Jane Punnett, VI A. 


Chaos broke out at K.H.C. We had only one 
short week in which to lose fifteen pounds and send 
home for our dresses and shoes, while the VI A's had 
seven short days in which to do the decorations. 
For many reasons "The Formal" had lo lie held on 
January 2b\ several weeks before the original date. 

As you walked into the gym. on the appointed 
night you almost felt as though you were in Japan, 
for you were greeted by terrifying dragons and 
scowling Budhas. Thank you, VI As, for the exotic 
atmosphere you created with your works of art. 
The band struck up a lively Paul Jones to start the 
evening off with a bang. From then on our guests 
from B.C.S., Stanstead, and other corners of 
Quebec managed to keep the dance floor crowded 
so crowded that splashes were heard from the pool 
below as the Bunny Hoppers rocked the whole 
school. Soon about three hundred hungry dancers 
were seated before sandwiches, cakes and ice cream, 
which managed to keep them going lor the re- 
mainder of t he evening. 

We gathered from the dreamy expressi all 

faces, guests and hostesses, as they walked out of 
the gym. that "The Formal" had been a t remcdoiis 
success. Mary Cape, 

Susan White, Matric, 


(hi Friday, the ides of March, the VI A's and 
Matrics. went to Stanstead to sec the boys perform 
Shakespeare's, "Julius Caesar." As far as enjoyment 
went, it was an unqualified success. We all realize 
that to present a Shakespearian play is not an 
easy assignment for a group of amateurs and that 

it is very hard for twentieth-century boys to 
portray characters who lived in Roman times, but 
we feel that the actors gave a very pleasing pre- 
sentation of it. James Ball as Brutus, and Nick- 
Jackson as Antony were very good; in fact, it was 
these two who really kept the play on its feet. One 
of the many things which impressed us was the 
obvious enthusiasm which the boys put into their 
work and the seriousness with which they went 
about it. We also admired the scenery and costumes 
and the way in which parts of the play were brought 
off the stage and acted in the aisles right beside 
us. This followed the true Shakespearian method, 
and at times made us feel almost as if we really 
were seeing the play as it was first produced in 
Elizabethan times. 

Some of us are studying "Julius Caesar" in 
literature this year and seeing the play come alive 
on stage really helped us to obtain a deeper under- 
standing of our work. 

Thank you, Stanstead, for inviting us to see your 
play. We can assure you that all of us who went 
are very glad indeed that we did so. 

Esther Franklin, Matric. 


On March !), the three upper classes of the school 
were given the great pleasure of attending the 
I'.B.C. presentation of "The Crucible," by Arthur 
Miller. This was directed by Mr. Mottyer. 

The play is set in Salem, .Mass., and is a study of 
seventeenth-century witchcraft. It is a frightening 
play in many ways: first, because of the terrible 
situation which is portrayed, and second because it 
makes one realize how easily persecutions can be 
whipped up when people let their emotions over- 
come i hem. 

The acting was excellent and made the entire 
play seem real. Ken Livingstone played the leading 
1,010 " r John Procter, a man who refuses to confess 
to the w.tchcrafl of which he was innocent, but 
oi which he was accused. His wile Elizabeth, played 
by Alary Anne Carswell, stands beside him in' his 
decision to be hanged rathe,' than to lie. Patricia 
Voung played the part of Abigail, the young girl 
who would pay any price for John's love. Two other 
Particularly noteworthy players were Barbara 
Moffat, as Alary Warren, ami Clement Chaple as 
the jail warden. 

The costumes, scenery, and lighting were original 
and imaginative, adding the final touches which 
made the play so enjoyable. 

Betty Jane Punnett, 
Margaret Webster, VI A. 




This year Comptonites have been very successful 
in their work for the Red Cross. Their under- 
standing of the vital importance of the Red Cross 
was shown in their enthusiasm and in their willing- 
ness to give up their time to help others in under- 
privileged or "disaster" areas of the world. 

Last autumn a Junior Red Cross conference was 
held in Montreal. Representatives from the dif- 
ferent high schools of Quebec participated in the 
debates, speeches and discussions. We spent all day 
at the Blood Donor Clinic on Dorchester Boule- 
vard and had a guided tour of the clinic. We also 
saw many films illustrating the work done by the 
Junior Red Cross during the last few years. For 
example, many Red Cross workers and supplies 
have been sent to Africa to care for the hundreds of 
refugees there. 

At this meeting the important work of the high 
school groups of the Junior Red Cross was empha- 
sized. Teen-aged workers in North America have 
been very useful in children's hospitals and in 
volunteering to visit and cheer up the sick. They 
are beginning to be accepted as mature men and 
women who can be trusted with tasks that are al- 
most as vital as medicine in encouraging the sick 
to regain their health. 

Coming now to the work of the King's Hall girls! 
They have all shown terrific co-operation in our 
raffles and sales. They have never let us down. Their 
enthusiastic participation in all the projects was 
most encouraging and rewarding. On Thanksgiving 
week-end we held our first raffle. The prize was a 
pink hair-dryer and the tickets sold for days, 
thanks to the parents who were so generous. 
Victoria Stewart was the "lucky winner." Later in 
the year we had a giant soft-drink and hot dog 
sale. In spite of the fact that most of our "big 
appetites" were in Montreal that weekend we 
managed to gross over eighty dollars. Part of the 
success was due to Mr. Burt and his Staff who gave 
us such ready assistance. Mr. Burt obtained the 
soft drinks and the kitchen Staff were most kind 
in cooking the mountains of hot dogs. We had a 
brisk business sloshing on mustard, relish, and 
ketchup, and opening bottles. 

At the beginning of the second term we held a 
raffle for a warm, beautifully knit school sweater 
which Judy Stairs had made in her Christmas 
holidays. It was a most professionally finished piece 
of work. The raffle was a big success. A classmate 
of Judy's, Sara Collin, was fortunate enough to win 
the sweater'. 

The different forms, encouraged by their Red 
Cross representatives, have had a busy year and 
have done a great deal to raise funds. The Juniors 
and V A's had a fun day for us. They made a huge 
chocolate cake, smothered in icing and decorated 
with red cherries. We had to guess the weight, and 
also had to guess the number of beans in a jar. 
The V A's later on had a "Slave Day." This was 
very amusing to everyone, even to the thirty-five 

V A's who "sold" themselves to the School for the 
day. They had a pretty rough day, but we were all 
proud of their contribution. They also charged 
admission to two enjoyable plays they put on. 

The VI B Form has been outstanding this year. 
Even your Form Mistress is proud of you, VI B's! 
Afiss Ramsay has told us how much you are doing 
and planning to do for the Red Cross. You seem 
to have a huge amount of energy among you, and 
you are so well organized when you do a project.! 

As the school routine went on during the year 
every girl and Staff found enough extra time to 
make something for the Red Cross "Evening." It 
was the first time that many of the younger girls 
had attempted to make anything by themselves. Of 
course they did get "the helping hand" when 
necessary. Everything looked really beautiful on 
April 21, when we had our annual Red Cross 
"Evening." All the clothes, stuffed animals, and 
scrapbooks were excellently made and given a good 
"finish." Many boxes of garments and other useful 
articles were contributed. Even though it might 
have been a struggle at times every girl was happy 
1o know that she had added to the School's dona- 
tion to the needy all over the world. The Staff, too, 
were most generous and kind. 

At this time I should like to extend my warmest 
thanks to Mademoiselle Paquette, who, through 
her tireless efforts helped to make this year's work 
so successful. Apart from the work of the regular 
Household Science classes she spent many hours 
guiding the girls in their Red Cross sewing. 

I should also like to thank all the Staff and girls, 
especially Miss Evans, the Form Mistresses, and 
the girls on the Junior Red Cross committee. The 
members of the committee are as follows: President, 
Linda Cowans; Secretary, Marcella Vickers, VI A; 

VI B, Judy Stairs; V A, Stephanie Hutchins; V B, 
Alison Donald; and IV A, Susan Caridi. 

May I wish the best of luck to next year's 
President ? I am sure she will find as much pleasure 
in her work as I have done, because the committees 
are so enthusiastic and co-operative. 



Financial Statement, 1962-63 

Thanksgiving Day Raffle $ 87.55 

Juniors' Raffle 46.25 

Hot Dog and Soft Drink Sale. . . 78.80 

Money earned by V A 42.74 

Money earned by VI B 184.45 

Money earned by VI A 16.00 

Total $ 450.79 


Candies $ 8.87 

Soft Drinks 18.00 

Hair-Dryer 18.00 

Apples 18.00 

Total $ 52.87 

Cash in hand — $398.42 

Respectfully submitted, 
Linda Cowans, Matric. 

(Junior Red Cross President) 


"Oh, Miss Beaton, where's the white paper?" 
was a common cry in "Chez Artiste" throughout 
the year as enthusiastic students dabbled away, 
developing their latent artistic abilities. Art has 
been very popular this year and, along with the 
regular classes, there has been Special Art; for 
several girls took art as a Matric subject. The art 
room was always full of different types of work: 
designs, landscapes, still life, botanical garden 
ceramics and even fashion designs. (From Paris we 
hear that Dior has been having a difficult time 
keeping up with the competition.) 

Throughout the year, decorations have been 
made for various special occasions. The VI B's pro- 
duced very effective decorations for I he dining- 
room at Hallowe'en. As one walked through (he 
dining-room door, one entered a darkened world of 
witches, cats, pumpkins, ghosts and other myste- 
rious creatures. 

The VI A's are to be congratulated on their very 
successful decorations for the Forma] Dance. Their 
Oriental theme was very effectively produced by 
gaily coloured lanterns, posters, streamers and 
the Japanese dragons which decorated the gym. 

All who have taken art I his year, either in the 
regular classes, the special art or the Matriculation 
group have very much enjoyed their work. We 
wish to thank Miss Beaton for all her inspiring 
suggestions and for the help she has given us 
throughout the year. 

Kathleen MacCtjlloch, Matric. 


The lending library is always used a great deal. 
This year it was kept in order by a large committee 
of thirty-six, drawn from VI A and VI B, the 
Matric. Heads retiring at Christmas. Each member 
co-operated fully, and took turns being on duty 
after Prep, when the library is always open for 

Last year's Committee Head, Anne Evans, 
handed over her position to Catherine Wootton at 
the beginning of the first term, and Catherine's 
place was taken after Christmas by Margaret 
Webster, with Judith Fletcher as the Assistant. 

This year we received a number of new books 
which are being enjoyed by so many that we wonder 
whether all whose names are on the waiting list will 
be able to read them before June. 

We would like to take this opportunity of thank- 
ing Miss MacLennan for her help and guidance 
throughout the year. Margaret Webster, VA. 

X.B.— Miss MacLennan would like to take the 
same opportunity of thanking Margaret, Judith, 
and the efficient, hard-working committee. 

F. A. MacLennan 

Throughout the year the girls from VI A to VI B 
have been sewing busily in their hour-a-week 
classes. First, they made articles for the Red Cross, 
and then clothing for themselves. This year we were 
fortunate enough to obtain two new up-to-date 
sewing machines. 

We also obtained a new refrigerator; this was a 
great convenience and saved much time that would 
otherwise have been spent running back and forth 
to the kitchen. Although the regular classes put 
more emphasis on sewing than on cooking, they 
did learn to hake cakes or cookies, to get the girls 
familiar with the kitchen. 

Nine girls take the special Household Science 
course, two from VI B, live from VI A, and two 
from Matric. Generally Thursday is set aside for 
cooking; several times during the year we cooked a 
regular three course meal consisting of hors d'oeu- 
vrrs, a casserole, and dessert. These were enjoyed 
by all, including Miss Gillard. On the other days 
"I the week we concentrated on sewing. Many 
types of clothing were made including skirts, 
dresses, ski-pants and blouses. 

All of us would like |„ thank Mademoiselle 
Paquette very much for the help and understanding 
site has given to us, and especially for the many 
hours of her free time she has devoted to our Red 
Cross efforts. Without her, less than half would 
have been accomplished. Linda Peck Matric. 



Watercolour — Gerry Hutchinson — V B. 


Still Life — Kathy MacCulloch — Matric. 

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Watercolour Scene — Joan Eakin — VI B. 

Chalk Still Life— Sara Collin— VI B. 



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Sponge Abstract — Susie Caridi — IV A. 

Chalk Design — Patricia Wolff — V A. 


K 1 N G ' S II A L L , CO M PTON 


"You mean I have to go down and go all through 
that again! I can't sight-read notes to save my 

This was one of the many cries of anxiety heard 
around the school when it was announced that 
the choir and anyone else who wanted to join had 
to go down to the music rooms and sing for the 
choir director. After many voices, scales and hymns 
had been heard, the choir of 1962-63 was finally 
selected, consisting of twenty-four members and 
four substitutes. 

The first choir practice of the year was a sorl of 
"Getting-to-know-you" affair, as many of the girls 
were new, as was Miss Tudor Jones, our director, 
but we soon settled down to hard work, and 
by Thanksgiving had prepared an anthem to 
sing in Church, "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty." 
We found most of our time on Saturday mornings 
taken up by changing the words in our psalters to 
those of the Xew Prayer Book, but on Sundays 
we practised our Christmas anthems. These were 
varied this year with two anthems in two parts, 
"The Grasmere Carol," and "() Little One Sweet," 
two three-part anthems, "The Little Road to 
Bethlehem", and "The Croon Carol," and a final 
fanfare in round form, "Gloria in Excelsis Deo." 
On the last Friday night of term every choir 
member put a scarf on her door, and was awakened 
at half-past five to go on the annual carol-singing 
trip around the school under a fall of light snow. 

During the final practice for the Christmas 
anthems, the singing was recorded on a. small tape 
recorder and was broadcast in the Christmas holi- 
days over Radio Station C.K.T.B. in St. Catha- 
rines, Ontario. 

In the second term we made two choir excursions. 
The first was on Sunday, February 17, when we 
went to sing at the regular service of Morning 
Prayer at St. George's Church, bennoxville. We 
sang an anthem which was "( ) how amiable are 
Thy dwellings." After the service we were the 
guests of the Ladies' Guild a1 an appetizing lunch, 
which was thoroughly enjoyed by all. Our second 
trip was on Tuesday, March 5, to North Hatley to 
take part in an evensong service at St. Barnabas' 
Church, held for the purpose of dedicating a. new 
pipe organ. In this we sang four anthems: "() how 
amiable are Thy dwellings," "The Lord's my 
Shepherd," by Schubert, "Ave Yerum," by Mozart, 
and ' Praise to the Lord, the Almighty." After this 
service, the ladies of the Guild served us a delicious 

During the last term, we worked on anthems for 

Easter, for Confirmation, and for the Closing. At 
Easter we sang "This Joyful Eastertide," an old 
Dutch melody, and for Confirmation we sang a 
vesper to the words of the prayer, "Prevent us, 
() Lord, in all our doings." At the Closing service 
we are singing "The Lord's my Shepherd," "Lift 
Thine Eyes," and, as a vesper, "Lighten Our 

On the whole, this year, the choir has been 
concentrating on quality rather than quantity, and 
I think it is well on its way to achieving its purpose. 
None of this could have been done, though, with- 
out the most capable leadership, the unremitting 
efforts, and the patient guidance which Miss Tudor 
Jones has given us. It is on behalf of the whole 
Choir that I express my warmest thanks and 
appreciation to Miss Tudor Jones, who has given 
up so much of her time to make this year's Choir 
such a success. 

Janet Burgoyne, Matric. 


The school songstresses all showed up on a 
September night when we were to try out for the 
Glee Club. There were so many that two separate 
groups were formed. One consisted of Matrics. ami 
VI A's and the other of VI B's and V A's. Once a 
week, each group spent half an hour in the gym 
singing. The Y[ B and V A group learnt three 
Christmas carols which we sang with the Juniors 
at the Christ mas pageant. 

When the second term started, so did skiing 
at Ilillcrest and free time disappeared. Several 
girls consequently had to drop out of the Glee 
Club. Only a few V I B's and Matrics' were left 
fco ,,;,n 'y "n the good work. During the second 
term we learnt "Peter Piper" by Frank Bridge, ami 
sang it in the summer term at a recital. 

Miss Tudor Jones was our ever-patient leader, 
and to her go our thanks for giving up so much oi- 
lier time for our enjoyment and benefit, 

Jill Stainpokth, VI B. 


^ We were again fortunate this year in having Miss 
Sonia ehampherlain of Montreal, at King's Hall 

'f :l W0(>k t0 g iv e classes in ballet, traditional 

and modern, and in ballroom dancing About 32 
girls attended the classes to their great profit and 

K I X G ' S HA L L , C M P T N 



Every Sunday evening at 6:30 Miss Wallace and 
eighteen girls of a scientific bent gather around the 
television as if attracted by a magnet to watch 
"The Nature of Things." 

This programme deals with the three aspects of 
science: biology, chemistry and physics. One pro- 
gramme concerning biology will discuss the evolu- 
tion of man, showing how the skull of the ape 
evolved into the skull of the present day man. 
Another, in "New Atoms for Old," will deal with 
chemistry, discussing why some elements are 
radioactive. Yel another programme will discuss 
the basis of physics — Newton's Laws. 

The girls especially enjoyed the series amusingly 
presented by Drs. Hume and Fry. We feel that we 
have gained invaluable information and that our 
knowledge of science has been further enriched bj' 
"The Nature of Things." We have found the series 
immensely beneficial and hope that it will be 
continued next year. 

J kan Baggs, Matric. 


This past year has been one full of interesting 
topics to discuss in Current Events. Every possible 
Friday night the Matrics. and VI A's have gathered 
in the lounge with several of the Staff to learn of 
the most important happenings of the past week. 
Miss Morris usually gives us a short talk on the 
subject she feels is most urgent, or if she feels 
she has not enough information on that particular 
subject, some other Staff member will speak. 
Among other things, we have discussed the Cuban 
crisis and the Canadian elections. Miss Stickney 
also enlightened us very much on the subject of 
the Common Market, during our first term. Before 
we are dismissed we usually have a few moments 
for questions or comments, and can also suggest 
the topics we would like to hear about next. 

Altogether it has been a worthwhile way to spend 
our Friday nights, and I would like to thank Miss 
Morris and all others who have helped us to benefit 
from our weekly current events discussions, as well 
as enjoy them. 

Betty Jane Punnett, VI A. 







1963 Sports; Report 

There has been enthusiasm fur all sports 
throughout this year. We would like to convey our 
thanks to Miss Braddick and Miss Keyzer for the 
extra time which they tunc put into making our 
sports' events possible. 

The year started with a bang when the Matrics. 
organized a field day to the delighl of all. Soon 
after that, Miss Keyzer and Miss Braddick whipped 
together a soccer team. Because there were so 
many good players this year, there was a large 
group of girls who played in the games al one lime 
oi- another. They were Nicola Druce, Cynthia Eke, 
Janet Burgoyne, Wendy Rankin, Susan Marpole, 
Susan White, Ann Stikeman, Martha Cassils, 
Elizabeth Cook, Dianne Bignell, Elizabeth Stike- 
man, Margot Cowen, Joan Eakin, Beverly Bryant, 
Andrea Newman, Jennifer Eardlcy, Lalage Wright, 
Dodi Hornig, Joan McMaster, Linda Cowans, 
Anne Evans, Mary Cape and Charlotte Stinson. 
We played two games against Sherbrooke High 
Schoi I and a. third hard-fought battle against the 
Bishop's University girls' team. Two games with 
the various B.C.S. teams were cancelled because of 
rain — much to the disappointment of all! 

There was lots of snow ibis winter and ski 
enthusiasts were out "bashing" at Hillcrest; only 
two people suffered minor injuries. The cold 
weather made excellent skating also. Because of the 
many "Blue and Cold" days, we did not get a 
basketball team together, but we had more outdoor 
sports instead. Just before the end of the Easter 
term there was held a great competition between 
the Houses a swim meet. Rid< 

the victor. 

lean came out 

In Badminton, the Junior Singles was won by 
Marilyn Nichols, while the Junior Doubles was won 
by Marilyn Nichols and Elizabeth Paterson. The 
Senior Singles tournament was won by Pam 
Fletcher, and the Senior Doubles was won by Joan 
McMaster and Di McLernon. The Tennis Tourna- 
ments are just getting underway so that there are 
no winners as yet. 

Through the whole year we have enjoyed being 
your Sports Captains and we hope that the Cap- 
tains of next year bud you as co-operative and as 
lull of spirit and fun as we have done. 

Martha and Nickie 




"Keep in your linen!" was Miss Keyzer's favou- 
rite cry during the soccer season. Finally this 
direction was obeyed, and girls were chosen for the 
first and second teams. The choices were wise, as 
the teams' victories showed. 

Three outside matches were played, two against 
the Sherbrooke High School and one against TJ.B.C. 
women's team. The games were exciting, all teams 
playing their best. 

Besides the school teams each House had three 
teams chosen and organized by the House Prefects. 
These teams often competed against each other. 
The games boosted House spirit tremendously, and 
cheer leaders became hoarse. 

Altogether we had a tine year of soccer, every 
girl who wished to play getting plenty of practice. 

Jill Stain forth, VI B. 


The skiing at Hillcrest was better this year than 
it has been for the past several years. As some 
snow fell nearly every day conditions were perfect. 
Every day except Wednesday, one class would go 
by bus from three- fifteen to six o'clock. Occasionally 
a few girls would be lucky enough to get there 
twice a week. 

At Hillcrest we would be divided into two groups 

- the less advanced and the more advanced. Each 
group was supervised by one of the instructors who 
were very helpful in giving advice and letting us 
choose our own hills. 

After our afternoon of skiing we would enjoy 
a hot dog and a hot drink at the restaurant. 

Our thanks must be extended to all the people at 
Hillcrest and to Miss Keyzer, Miss Morris and 
Miss Ramsay, who took turns in accompanying us 
and making possible such an enjoyable season. 

Debbie Gill, VI A. 


The response to the swimming this year has on 
the whole been quite disappointing. At the be- 
ginning of the year the girls were most eager to 
take advantage of the pool and the classes, but 
latterly the pool was enjoyed by only a few enthu- 
siasts who were there nearly every day. 

During the Fall Term and the first part of the 
Winter Term, there was mainly free swimming. 
Some concentrated on diving, others on lengths, and 
style, and a few simply enjoyed themselves in the 
shallow end. There were class lessons with the 
Juniors and individual coaching of the Seniors in 
both swimming and diving. 

Towards the cud of the second term the House 
Heads and Sports Captains arranged a swimming 
meet. Each House had its day in the pool for 
testing and trying-out swimmers, and on the after- 
noon of Saturday, March 10, everyone crowded 
to the pool, some to watch, others to take part in 
the fun. l\i addition to the races for front and 
back crawl, breast stroke and butterfly, there were 
Junior and Senior Diving Competitions and a 
number of obstacle events, including a slalom and 
a balloon race. During the intermission the 
Matrics. dressed up in old clothes and played a 
baseball game, with the batsman standing on the 
diving board using an old tennis racquet as bat, 
and hitting a rather dead tennis ball to the fielders. 
She then dove into the water and swam around the 
bases. Rideau won the meet with thirty-five points, 
Macdonald came second with thirty-two, and 
Montcalm tagged along behind with seventeen 

As well as swimming in the afternoons, there 
was more swimming at night this year than in 
past years. Many thanks are due to Miss Braddick 
and Miss Keyzer for making possible these en- 
joyable afternoons and evenings in the pool. 

Janet Burgoyne, Matric. 



In the first term girls got out on the four courts 
to play whenever they could. After classes, at 
night, on Saturdays and Sundays they could be 
heard laughing and calling out the score. 

When winter came, the courts were silent, buried 
under feet of snow, not to be used again until 
spring, when once more tennis balls would zing 
over the net — and very often over the fence! 

As the tennis season approaches again girls go 
up to the gym. to receive instruction from Miss 
Braddick on how to serve, how to hold their 
rackets properly, and how to make the proper fore- 
hand and backhand stroke. As the snow melts, all 
arc thinking about the tournaments and the 
partners with whom they will pay. 

Last year's champions were, in Junior Doubles, 
Joan McMaster and Jill Stainforth; in Senior 
Doubles, Marcia Pacaud and Cynthia Eke. 
Though we do not yet know who the 1963 winners 
will be, we do know that tennis is one of the sports 
most enjoyed at King's Hall. 

Elizabeth Stikeman, VI A. 




Unfortunately Per Annos goes to press each year 
before public announcement is made of changes in 
Staff. This creates a problem - - we would have 
liked, last June, to print a few words of appre- 
ciation and wish those departing good fortune but 
our hands were tied. This year we are going to 
do what could not be done in '62. Mrs. Elliott and 
Miss Macdonald retired after many years at King's 
Hall and Miss Keith left to become Dr. Keith of 
Ottawa University. Now that they are not here to 
assert their 'rights' we can say what we please. 

Dr. Keith 

Many Old Girls, and some present ones, will 
remember with gratitude that their faltering mathe- 
matical footsteps were guided by Miss Keith's 
ceaseless efforts — the lazy were prodded merci- 
lessly and the careless were made to quake. As 
Form Mistress Miss Keith, ably assisted by Cindy, 
kept successive VI A's in order even when they 
did not realize that they were being so 'kept.' 

We regret Miss Keith's departure from the halls 
of K.H.C. and hope that in the higher halls of 
learning she will, perhaps, find brighter students but 
none who appreciate more keenly her abilities as 
a teacher. Good luck and good health Dr. Keith 
from the Staff and girls — past and present. 


Mrs. Edna Elliott 1945 - 1962 

About the staff-room we miss the author of those 
expressions "C.C.L." and "Sickening isn't it?" as 
well as one who could always help with a knilting 
pattern, tell a story well and had a very dry 
humorous comment for every situation. 

After seventeen years at King's Hall Mrs. Elliott 
retired in June 1962. With her leaving this school 
lost a teacher whose concern was more with the 
facts of learning than with its fads. Endless drill, re- 
lentless demanding of the best a pupil can do, a 
firm and unvarying sense of duly characterized 
all Mrs. Elliott's work. Each child found a security 
in this uniform and kindly discipline. Nothing- 
reveals her personality and thoroughness as a 
teacher more than the workmanship and finish of 
the beautiful articles Mrs. Elliot! made and gave 
yearly to the Red Cross. 

Many 'Old Girls' and present ones greet you, 
Mis. Elliott, thank you for the help and inspiration 
you have been to them, and wish you happiness and 
good health for your more leisurely years. 

Miss Anna Macdonald 1943 - 1962 

Miss Ann Macdonald was Head of the Music 
Department for nineteen years. It is difficult to 
express in a few words what she meant to the school 
during thai time. She combined enthusiasm, orig- 
inalitv, wit, and friendliness with uncompromis- 
ingly high standards. She was a perfectionist who 
achieved results through leading and inspiring, not 
through driving anyone — except, perhaps, herself. 

Old Girls who left the school twelve to nineteen 
years ago will remember her 'Gilbert and Sullivan" 
productions, which had an almost professional 
finish. All will remember her ploughing through 
snow banks with lanterns or flashlights and the 
choir on the last Saturday or Sunday morning 
before the Christmas holidays, carolling under the 
windows. Can you see her sweeping onto the stage 
in an Elizabethan or 18th century costume to give 
one of her brilliant concerts - for Miss Macdonald 
is a concert pianist as well as a teacher. 

Behind these more memorable, but rarer ap- 
pearances, went on the steady hard work of train- 
ing the choir, playing the church organ every Sun- 
day, and teaching generations of piano and vocal 
students some gifted and some "just ordinary." 
In every pupil, she inculcated a love of music based 
on a scholarly understanding, and above all she 
helped each to acquire habits of thoroughness and 
care. Nothing "slap-dash" or superficial was 
tolerated by Miss Macdonald. 

Ml hough we miss her, we are glad that she is 
enjoying her retirement. Characteristically it be- 
gan wilh a whirl. She spent last winter partly in 
I lie Southern States with friends and partly touring 
the country from Florida to California. She is now 
at home in Nova Scotia cultivating her garden and 
doing a million interesting things. Even in retire- 
ment Miss Macdonald will not be idle. 

K I X G ' S H A L L , C M P T N 


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When I was first presented with the ultimatum 
"Write an essay or else" I was lost. What should I 
write on and how does one write a successful essay ? 
As I pondered the question on the way home, a 
thought dawned on me. For little suggestions look 
in the preface of a hook of essays; for writing style, 
read the essays. 

As I patted myself on the back and congratu- 
lated my superior thinking genius for such a simple 
solution, I snuggled into the big leather chair in 
the library and proceeded to attack all books of 
essays within arm's reach. 

The secret of a good essay obviously lies in an 
eccentric title; that must be the answer, for the 
book was entitled "A Book of Good Essays" and 
almost every essay had a title which left ample 
room for imagination. For instance, the title "A. 
B. and C." could be an essay on teaching the young 
the alphabet or a discussion of ants, bats and cats. 
Thus the person with an active imagination and a 
keen sense of curiosity would immediately turn to 
page thirty-nine and see if he was right. Unfor- 
tunately I have neither imagination nor curiosity, 
so I continued reading the Table of Contents. 

The next exciting title I came to was "The 
Advantages of having One Leg." At once 1 stood 
and tucked one leg up and hopped about until I 
crumpled to the floor. Obviously I could not see 
that man's point of view. But perhaps if you did 
have one leg it would cut the cost of shoes in half, 
or leave more room for the man standing next to 
you on a crowded bus, and if you really wanted to 
be an optimist there would never be the chance 
of your other foot touching the ground, thus dis- 
qualifying you in a game of hopscotch. 

As I passed on down the list, I came upon the 
title "Dudley and Gilroy." At first glance I thought 
someone was comparing an old vaudeville act with 
a current television series. Then on a second con- 
sideration I thought someone was probably telling 
a story about two old Saint Bernards that were 
family pets when he was young. 

"On Domestic Servants" was most certainly 
written by an English Earl who was trying to find 
a staff to equip his newly-inherited, one hundred- 
and-four room, fourteenth century mansion. I can 

read it now without even turning to page seventy- 
two. He wanted a butler named James, who was 
to be partly bald, have a hooked nose and stand 
like a general who is just receiving another medal 
to join his first forty. Finally an applicant fills the 
bill right down to the very last "Yes, Sir," except 
that his name is Elmer. Just another problem of 
trying to hire Domestic Servants. 

"Words, Words, Words" was the next inviting 
title I noticed, it could be anything from a page 
copied from Webster's dictionary to a discussion of 
the plea of Eliza Doolittle. 

As I was reaching the end of the page I began to 
worry, as I hadn't found any titles that suited my 
writing taste; then the last selection caught my 
eye, "Advice to Writers." I turned to page one- 
hundred-and-nine and began to read. 

Susan Clark, Matric. 

(A Speech given to the School) 

To-day the business world is highly competitive. 
As a. result, many modern products are sold by 
subtle devices. It is the means of advertising which 
I will now speak about. 

Modern advertisers use gimmicks or tricks which 
compel us to buy things even though we had 
never intended to do so. These gimmicks are con- 
cealed so that we do not know that we are being 
persuaded, or to use the common expression, 
"sucked-in." Hence, they are called "the hidden 

For instance, when General Motors Company 
sell a Cadillac, they sell not only a car with white- 
walled tires and all the luxuries a car can have, but 
also a status symbol. Thanks to the hidden per- 
suaders, people associate the Cadillac with prestige 
and success. 

Also Marlboro cigarettes are advertised as being 
"a man's cigarette." In the advertisements you 
always see a man smoking the Marlboro and he 
often has a tattoo on the back of his hand. This is 
to stress the masculinity and the "he-man" aspect. 
Many men will buy Marlboro to show that they 
are real men just in case anybody was in doubt. 



These examples show that advertisers always give 
the consumer an image so that in reality we are 
buying the imago and not the product. 

Another trick is the eye appeal. Chrysler Corpo- 
ration used this when they put forth the cur with 
the new "forward look." This low, sleek appearance 
brings out the adventurer in us. Hence sales soared 
considerably. The eye appeal is also used in super- 
markets. Why do women make a bee-line to 
brightly-coloured packages? One research said that 
brightly-coloured packages have the effect of 
hypnotizing a woman just as if you waved a flash- 
light in front of her eyes. 

Experts have found that there are three ways to 
sell status symbols to American consumers. One is 
to offer bigness. The biggest car or refrigerator or 
any appliance appeals to these people. Secondly, 
by inverse logic, many found out that they could 
increase their sales by raising the price of their 
product. A famous French company, Jean Patou 
Incorporated, proudly advertises its "Joy" per- 
fume as the costliest in the world - - $45.00 an 
ounce. A third strategy is to use the snob appeal. 
The Earl of X, in impeccable dinner jacket, invites 
us to join him in a Lord Calvert whisky. A certain 
brand of powdered coffee was not selling at all until 
the manufacturers began serving it on television 
at extremely smart dinner parties. In all these 
instances sales improved immediately. 

Sometimes the hidden persuaders misfire. For in- 
stance, the maker of fiberglass luggage found in 
tests that the luggage was virtually indestructible. 
In a burst of enthusiasm, its salesmen persuaded the 
company to boast that the luggage was so rugged 
that it could remain intact even if dropped from 
an airplane. When the luggage was dropped, the 
sales also dropped. Motivation analysists found 
that people seeing the commercial were discon- 
tented and antagonized. Their minds quickly be- 
came flooded with unploasanl thoughts about plane 
crashes. They didn'1 see much consolation in having 
luggage thai could survive a crash when they 
themselves couldn't . 

These are only a few examples of this hidden 
persuasion. It exists in all kinds of advertising. We 
seem to be defenceless against it, but allow me to 
say this as my last word of advice; if you happen 
to see the coininerieal or advertisement , "I'ink bills 
for Pale People" or the like, don't, immediately buy 
this product assuming you will have a rosy com- 
plexion, but lake it with a grain of salt, and I don't 
mean the pills! 

Jean Baggs, Matric. 


Messrs. Peterson and Bly describe an equation as 
the equality of two expressions. Is that what you be- 
lieve ? How little then, do you, Mr. Peterson and Mr. 
Bly, understand the superficiality of that statement. 

Here I have an equation, a beautiful equality - 
but also a healthy family of x's and y's who worry 
their fail- heads less about their expression than 
most children do about the houses they live in. 

Once I spent a summer evening pouring over this 
lively family - - x-and-y sitting. They were the 
cutest bunch of unknowns you have ever seen, 
merry, active and with bright little minds of their 
own. Oh, how I wished they wouldn't run around so! 

First we sat around a crackling fire for a long 
time in eloquent silence, while burning logs threw 
sparks into the hush. My charges stared glassily 
while 1 wondered desperately how to begin my 

Kate became bored with my inertia, for suddenly 
one little x with a smear of charcoal on her cheek, 
chucked her sign into the blaze to create a diver- 
sion. She made one! I just managed to salvage the 
all-important sign before it disappeared in smoke. 

From experience, I am fairly used to lack of 
co-operation in these algebraic families, so having 
learnt my lesson I began again only very slightly 
discouraged. "Bed time," I sang cheerily. 


"I have cookies for every one if you're in bed in 
ten minutes." This from me, triumphantly. 

However, pandemonium broke loose! Confusion 
reigned in the bedroom while the chubby children 
subtracted their pinafores and playsuits and added 
their pyjamas. The x's and y's were inextricably 
mixed when I arrived, and they refused to factor. 

One hour later x's and y's were arranged in the 
correct bunks "factoring" as they say in 

Algebra. Even their signs were changed and all 
indices hung up! I checked! From my point of 
view things were less rosy -■ chewed nails and a 
very blunt pencil were my reward. 

Of course, success was too good to be true. I had 
forgotten to solve, solve the problem of the messy 
room, and there was bound to be trouble. When I 
awoke, the pale cold beams of the six o'clock sun 
were playing over two sets of empty denominators. 

What was wrong with last night's effort? My 
equation was definitely top heavy this morning! 
Through the narrow equality sign, I watched my 
charges trade powers for surds and generally 
muddle themselves beyond recognition. Xo self- 
respecting exercise book would accept them now! 
Catherine Wootton, Matric. 



Why ever did we start having dances as a source 
of recreation? In the middle of the seventeenth 
century, during the Puritan Age, any form of plea- 
sure was looked upon with great distaste and shame, 
as it was supposed to represent the work of the 
Devil! Why did we have to change things? I realize 
that dancing must have been a form of beauty and 
skill when it consisted of a sweet young couple 
floating around a ballroom doing an absolutely mar- 
vellous waltz, but we never see that anymore! 
What has happened ? What we see now is the fren- 
zied motions of couples, (I think it's couples, but 
it's hard to tell who is dancing with whom these 
days!) doing a variety of contortions, both of face 
and figure as they swivel from one foot to the other! 
Is this dancing ? 

Ah, the modern generation! You say that you 
haven't been to any of your children's school dances 
in the last little while? Well, I think that I can 
remedy that, because to-night is "fight night." It 
will be easier for me to help you "make" the scene, 
because I am one of those "typical teenagers"; thus 
you can get an "on the spot" report. Fasten your 
seat belts; I am going to take you "broadminded" 
folks on a guided tour of one of those average 
school dances. In this case it is going to be a 
typical girls' versus boys' boarding school dance. 
Here we go! 

"Shush! Be quiet! Do you want THEM to hear 

you ?" 

(In case you were wondering, that was the ever 
soft and gentle voice of a typical boarding school 
girl). She and her conversation are your introduc- 
tion to King's Hall society. (Startling, isn't it!) As 
I know you are feeling a bit lost and bewildered 
now, I shall try to fill you in on a few facts, or set 
the scene. 

The girls are upstairs and have pretty well finish- 
ed dressing and primping for their formal dance, 
held in the middle of January, "Per Annos." Most 
of the boys, (whom we have heard about as "they"), 
attend Bishop's College School, and have just ar- 
rived. Both sides look upon this dance as a 
challenge or match. It has always been Compton 
versus B.C.S. in everything. 

Well, anyway, to continue. The bell has just 
gone for the girls to line up in Forms, and to start 
down the front stairs. (The only time in the year 
that they can legally use them!) The theme around 
now is much like a take-off of that television pro- 
gram "Who do you Trust." Each girl and boy 
comes or is gently pushed forward and says, "Hello, 
my name is " The only differences between 

the T.V. program and this dreaded "pairing-off" is 
that there are not two imposters playing along 
with the real person! (Actually, even this I cannot 
guarantee as we always have at least one set of 
twins in the school just dying to pull a prank of 
some sort on an unsuspecting B.C.S. boy!) The bell 
which starts this chain of reactions is used rather 
appropriately here, as it signifies Round One. 

This year, though, there is a slight innovation. 
Whoever heard of three competitions in a prize 
fight ? In this case there are. An alien was just itch- 
ing for some excitement, (and the girls were tired of 
doing the chasing!) Also, this alien wanted to move 
in on B.C.S. territory. (That's us, though the boys 
won't admit it!) This new rival was Stanstead, and 
for the first time in a long while, the boys at a 
King's Hall dance outnumbered the girls! 

But enough, Round One is in full swing, (not to 
be taken literally!) The scene is slowly changing. It 
is progressing through the glass passage and on to 
the gym., which has been beautifully decorated by 
the VI A's who, as you can see, have put in a lot 
of hard work to get it just right. On your left you 
will see (no, not the opponents), the decorations! 
They consist of lovely Japanese lanterns and 
streamers with which the girls have managed to 
depict a beautiful Japanese scene. On our right is 
the band. Let's dance, shall we ? 

By now, the "competition" is in its Fifth Round. 
The Bunny Hop has made its way onto the scene 
and almost into the pool below! The enthusiastic 
spectators (and not Addison and Steele!) are hang- 
ing onto the side "ropes" for safety's sake. 

Whew! We got through that one! I know you will 
never understand why children do such crazy 
dances as these; in fact we don't either, except 
that they are fun to do, and are a test of everyone's 
capability and agility. 

Round Seven! None of the sides seem to be 
weakening. In fact, I think that the contest has 
even pepped up! (It must have been the punch 
served downstairs!) Look! They are twisting now; 
and look at that riotous, stiff, spastic type of 
dance. (Remember, you're all broad-minded people!) 
That is "the U.T.," the newest of the new 
dances. The ones "in the know" say it is even 
rougher on building supports than the Bunny 
Hop. Isn't that an achievement? 

Round Nine, nearly over! The sides are not 
necessarily weakening, but their melting points 
have just about been reached. (The soft music and 
good supper did it!) Actually, I think the com- 
petitors have almost forgotten what they were 
fighting for. 


That was the lust dance; time for the boys to 
go. All in all, this match (or should I say these 
matches?) have gone quite well. Though some 
young hearts have been sadly disillusioned and 
others wish that they had not "chickened out" and 
gone upstairs early, their owners realize that there 
will he more "competitions" in the future with 
Compton versus B.C.S. versus Stanstead; (quite 
some odds for us girls, aren't there?) 

Ring! There goes the hell for lights out and the 
finish of Round Ten. All will now he silent, (we 
hope!) The tearful eyes will dry and the thumping 
hearts will quieten for the night. By the way, no 
one won this "formal competition;" it was sort of, 
or rather, a Temporary Knock Out ! 

Dodi Hornig, Matric. 

I Ihink there is no better reason to go on living 
than just for the sheer and breath-taking joy of 
seeing the sun, all aglow, setting in the western 
sky. Each sunset is so completely different that 
you will never in your whole life see two the same. 
One night the sun might slip from a smooth blue 
sky, leaving a flood of orange hanging on the 
mountains. On another night it might thread a path 
through greyish clouds down the western part of a 
troubled sky. It leaves each sky faintly rosy, 'till 
at the horizon it stops and in all its red dying 
glory turns and salutes the watching eyes of the 
world, and then it vanishes. The sun might set 
over a forest, filling it with its wondrous light; you 
almost think the forest has been so inspired by 
the phenomenon it is witnessing that it is blazing 
out its applause. As the sun sets over water it builds 
a fiery highway that stretches out across the waves. 
It seems to give a means for any lost sunbeams to 
find a way home. 

A sunset can he thought of in so very many ways. 
You can think of it as a god covering for only a 
few seconds a grey and unhappy world with divine 
colour before the inky blackness of night falls to 
obliterate all. It can be thought of as nature 
shining a bright light over the earth to check on 
all her trees, lakes and mountains before night 
creeps over them to conceal I hem from her view, 
A sunset should never he thought of as just another 
of the inexplicable things that happen every 
twenty-four hours in the life of a human being. 

What would mankind do if the sun just hung 
constantly as a. glaring yellowness in the sky? If 
the sun never again stole across the sky and gave 
its unique swan song before it died, would man 
miss this splendour that he so often takes for 
"ranted? Claudia Dewar. Matric. 


What is an ordinary Canadian girl's image of a 
? Tall, dark, and handsome, the Tony Curtis 

l >oy 

type? If you go down to the local high school and 
have a good prowl around, there is small chance of 
your finding this prototype. Bob's glasses or Joe's 
mousy-coloured hair ruin the image. Underneath, 
Joe and Bob are the nicest boys on the campus. 

Seriously, what does a girl want in a boy? We'll 
start from the outside and go in. To begin with, 
most girls of our age want a boy to be reasonably 
good looking. A tallish girl doesn't want to go to 
a dance with a very short boy. A girl wants a boy 
to dress well and neatly. She wants a boy to have 
good manners. I know that I feel something nice 
inside when a boy takes the trouble to pull out 
my chair, help me on with my coat, or walk on 
the outside of the sidewalk. A girl also wants a 
hoy to have personality. He doesn't have to be 
bubbling over with personality, but a wet rag isn't 
a very exciting companion. She likes a boy with a 
sense of humour, who is able t<> say something 
witty when the time is right. She likes him to be 
kind and thoughtful, and to show kindness to 
people and animals. A girl who enjoys small things 
likes a boy who also finds pleasure in them. I like 
to walk across bridges, to see the sun rise in the 
country, and to do many other small things. I 
wouldn't want to go out with a boy who got plea- 
sure in only going to the biggest parties or skiing 
at the most social places. Last, and most important 
of all, a girl wants respect from a boy. She doesn't 
want him to believe that she is his property. 

Now we'll look at it from the other side of the 
picture. What does a boy look for in a girl? I don't 
think he expects every girl he meets to be a Sophia 
Loren or Marilyn Monroe. Do you? From what 
t've heard and from what boys have told me, I've 
gathered that a boy wants almost the same thing 
iii a girl as a girl does in him. He wants her to dress 
well and to be neat. A boy should never see a girl 
in sloppy clothes or in rollers. Boys loathe long 
nails and trunk-like purses. A boy wants a girl 
with good manners. You can make a boy feel like 
a king by thanking him for every little thing he 
does for you If you are on a dutch-date give your 
escort the money beforehand. It is embarrassing 
tor him to have his way paid. All boys like to feel 
like the lord and protector. 

Now girls and boys, go back to the high school 
or college, have another good look. You won't find 
many Marilyn Monroe's or Tony Curtis's, but you 
will more than likely find a very nice group of 
People. Frances Budden, Matric 




I love to doodle ! There is something dangerously 
satisfying about drawing silly pictures over all the 
telephone hooks, magazines and cigarette boxes. I 
think doodling helps to relieve the strain of thinking 
and more time should be provided during classes for 
pacifying the mind. Can't you see it? Firsl the 
teacher asks a question; then down go the heads as 
the hands frantically scribble: and then the answer. 
A wrong one? Oh gollywogs! Well, this isn't a. 
one-hundred-percent foolproof method, and 1 am 
the first to admit it. 

Oh, but how can I describe the unsurpassable 
joy that I get out of turning saints into villains, 
thieves into noblemen and paupers into rich men, 
merely by adding a few touches to pictures ? Trans- 
ferring people into different walks of life is so easy 
to do! Just follow these simple instructions! First 
hunt up in your history text a perfect picture of a 
saint, sharpen your pencil (preferably a dark one) 
and you're off. First black in a moustache, add a 
beard, turn the eyebrows down, slant the eyes, 
scatter a few wrinkles, hollow out the cheeks, and 
point the head. There, it's finished, and you've 
added another "famous" villain to your history 

Another marvellous recreational centre for the 
doodler is the restaurant, with those paper mats 
conveniently describing exactly where you are 
(just in case you had any doubts). I find that my 
hand acts strangely, in fact as though it were a 
nerve centre to my imagination, which is soon 
transferred to the whole surface of the mats. How 
exciting it is to doodle pictures of the customers 
who squirm with embarrassment when they glimpse 
a few uncomplimentary lines as they walk past my 

You do not have to go abroad to doodle, how- 
ever; you can "do it at home." Flowery wall 
paper attracts me and my trusty ally the pencil as 
a magnet does nails. In fact, five hundred and 
seventy-two mornings of waking up to the sight of 
stiff roses was once enough to put me into action. 
Soon my bedroom wall was a mass of dragons 
eating roses and roses devouring dragons! 

In his tight for freedom the doodler has many 
enemies, such as teachers interested in preserving 
the dignity of history, mothers interested in pre- 
serving the "beauty" of wall paper, and so on. 
Struggling doodlers, you have my full sympathy. 
As for the manufacturers of telephone books, maga- 
zines, and cigarette boxes, beware when I'm around, 
as I remain your enemy for life ! 

Nicola Druce, Matric. 


Eating grapefruit anytime of the day is line, ex- 
cept at breakfast. Just picture it. You drag yourself 
out of your warm cozy lied into the freezing cold 
of I he room just in time to throw your clothes on 
and flop into the dining-room before grace has been 
said. Everything has gone wrong. Your toothpaste 
froze, you lost your tie and ended up using a sash, 
and on top of it all, the first thing you see as you 
bow your head for grace is a big pink juicy grape- 
fruit smiling up at you. 

You sit down with a sleepy, dejected ail' and 
pick up your spoon to begin the unwelcome attack. 
Before you have a chance to protect yourself, the 
girl next to you, who is wide awake, gaily plunges 
her soup spoon into the unsuspecting grapefruit. 
The grapefruit naturally retaliates and spat! right 
in your eye. You jerk back and are about to snap 
out some rude remark, when spat! spat! you are 
hit again. Quietly you put down your spoon to 
wait until everyone has finished, but invariably 
the Staff wanders over to tell you to eat your 
' delicious grapefruit." Again you pick up your 
spoon and make the fatal plunge. Splash! Grape- 
fruit juice drips noiselessly off your face. 

With this sticky task over you settle down to have 
a nice piece of cold toast and jam, but alas, there 
seems to be a predominating taste of grapefruit. With 
out thinking, you take a huge gulp of milk which, 
of course, turns sour half way down your throat. 

The next problem is trying to clear your place. 
The antics you go through trying to stack your 
dishes with a huge peel to put somewhere are quite 
amusing, especially if you're not completely 
awake. Plate, bowl, glass is the usual order of 
stacking, but if you have a grapefruit peel, where 
do you put it ? Upside down over the glass so that 
it looks like a mushroom, or with the glass inside 
it so that it looks like a glass standing in a grape- 
fruit peel? Exactly where do you put it? You 
finally decide to try to squeeze it into the glass. 
You gingerly fold it and try gently to put it in, 
but it just won't go and the glass slips closer to 
the edge of the table. You ask your cheery neigh- 
bour to hold the glass while with sticky hands you 
force the peel in, even if it does object and try 
to pop out. There, you've done it and the first 
smile of the day slowly lightens your face. You 
walk triumphantly to the kitchen. 

The one good thing about having grapefruit for 
breakfast is that although you get gummed up 
and are a little bleary-eyed from too much juice 
in the face, you are wide awake and ready for 
early class. Margot Cowen, Matric. 




Can anyone tell me what there is about a shower 
that always gives me the urge to sing? Why is it 
that the mere sight of that impassive tin cubicle 
never fails to make me want to practise for an 
audition with M.G.M. ? I know it isn't solely the 
noise of the running water because no sooner do 
I pull back the plastic shower curtain and place 
my soap and facecloth on the shiny chrome soap- 
dish than my vocal cords seem to untangle and I 
start humming the refrain of what is to be my 
first rendition. Then by the time I have hung up 
my towel within easy grabbing distance and placed 
one foot on the cold slimy floor, I am well into the 
first verse and, I might add, singing it at the top 
of my lungs. 

After carefully considering my repertoire, I find 
that it is divided into four classes. First are the 
songs I sing when I am in a particularly patriotic 
mood. This mood, which I find is generally the 
result of an over-stimulating history class, wherein 
we have managed to shift the topic of discussion 
from modern European History to Current Canadian 
Politics, sometimes even including a debate entitled 
"Diefenbaker versus Pearson," inspires me to sing 
such gems as "Alouette" or "The Maple Leaf 
Forever." On a day when I haven't received any 
letters and my mood is a rather disspirited one, 
my songs generally run along the line of "I Want 
to be Wanted," or "I'm just a lonely Teen-ager." 
If, on the other hand, I have just had a particularly 
enjoyable day, if a very special letter from an even 
more special person has finally arrived, or even if 
I've just passed a French test and am consequently 
in an elated mood, the tempo changes and my 
songs range from "Love Makes the World go 
Round" to "Melodic d'Amour." My last and most 
common mood is the one of general content which 
comes as the result of a, perfectly average, not ab- 
normally depressing day. The songs in this col- 
lection are rather a motley assemblage including 
calypsos, camp songs, folksongs, and current 
favourites from the hit parade, all of which I 
gaily blast out, with, I am ashamed to say, complete 
disregard for my neighbours' acoustic organs. 

However, the question still remains. Why am I 
possessed of this insurmountable desire to sing 
while I'm taking a shower, and why, when in the 
shower, am I suddenly enabled to hit the highest 
and lowest notes with such comparative ease - 
(comparative to my usual, ex-shower, standard of 
singing)? Is it that I am one of those innately shy 
people who clam up whenever they sing in public? 
Am I never at home except when encased in this 

enamelled tin can with only the fishes on the shower 
curtain to watch and sympathize with my efforts? 
I hope not, for plastic fishes do not make very 
inspiring or stimulating companions. 

Maybe it is that I have an inferiority complex 
and can't bear to have anything drown the sound 
of my voice. Or would that be a superiority com- 
plex? Have I got something inside me that tells 
me I must outshine, out merit and outsing everyone 
and everything I meet 9 Xo, that could never be 
it because otherwise I wouldn't have failed in my 
algebra this term. 

Perhaps the reason for these strange but irresis- 
tible outbursts is the thought that I will soon be 
so beautifully clean. No, that obviously isn't the 
answer either, because one of my favourite shower 
songs happens to be "Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud." 
For fear that these unseemly warblings might indi- 
cate some dreadful mental state, I decided to carry 
on a full scale search for their reason and so dis- 
cover the worst about myself. After pondering upon 
the question for several days, I finally, in despair, 
turned to the library and there, to my relief, found 
a book by Sir James Jeans entitled "The Mathe- 
matics of Music." How consoling to discover that 
there is no distrubing psychological reason for my 
singing at all and that everyone has this desire to 
sing in the shower. Can I help it that I have a little 
more than my full share? Briefly, the sound waves 
of one's voice rebound off the shower walls (or 
something like that) and sound far sweeter and 
fuller to us than when lost, for instance, in a 
concert hall. They sound so sweet and full, in 
tact, that we just can't help repeating the per- 
'Chantez, chantez, sing a little Paris song, 

Chantez, chantez, everybody sing along, 

Le1 's all sing when any little thing goes wrong. 

Toodle oodle o, Toodle oodle eh 

Everyone chantez." 

Esther Franklin, Matric. 


Love is above the common thing, 

Hut love is simple. 
Love is to hear the bluebird sing, 
Or to see a. smiling girl's dimple. 

Love does not come from the mouth 
In an array of magnificent words; 

Love is in a house, 
Or heard in the singing birds. 



Love is seen in many things — 
Through the toasts of a clear glass. 
In a parade of royal kings, 

In the people — en masse. 

But if your heart is filled with love, 
You'll know it in many ways. 
It may be silent as a sleeping dove, 
But it will fill your days. 

Di - Lix McLkrnon, Matric 


Summer is the season of my reveries. Now, in 
February, while the snow is hurling itself from the 
skies and the wind howls threateningly down from 
the north chasing every living thing shivering into 
a warm retreat, I dream of summer. 

I dream of the music of a choir of birds at sun- 
rise. I think of getting up especially to greet the 
sun as it climbs above the horizon in fiery red and 
golden array. In my imagination I watch the smoky 
mist move silently across a calm lake, or I gaze at 
the heavenly reflection of clouds, hills and trees in 
the peaceful water. I hear the occasional splash of 
a fish jumping, and see the ripples circling to the 
shore, and I listen to the drone of insects in the 
noon heat. Oh! for a dip in the fresh, chilled water 
after a sunbathe just before lunch. I long to hear 
the resilient sound of a diving board and the laughter 
of children playing in the water. When I remember 
the smell of a forest freshly drenched with rain and 
the feel of the damp leaves and grass under bare 
feet, my spine tingles. I can almost sense the joy 
and excitement of a violent summer storm after an 
oppressively hot day - - the growling of thunder, 
followed by even louder thunder claps. I can see 
the rain pelting down on the lake, hard and inces- 
sant, silver against the dark sky. I watch the 
sombre clouds move across the heavens, and see 
the first rays of the sun spreading a glorious ra- 
diance over the soaked earth and creating a bril- 
liant, multi-coloured rainbow. In the hush of 
evening, when the crimson ball of fire has sunk 
to rest, I can hear the frogs croaking in the swamp 
and the crickets chirping, and when I lie in bed 
at night I strain to hear the far-away song of a 

My thoughts of summer are shattered now by 
a burst of hail strumming on the window pane and 
I repeat to myself Shakespeare's words, "Soft! I 

did but dream." 

Shireen Finch, Matric. 


Conformity is agreement, or the imitating of 
people's ways of dressing, speaking, thinking, and 
living. People are losing the art of making up their 
own minds, using their imaginations, and having 
their own opinions. 

Take fashions, for instance; many times have I 
seen a woman five feet broad wearing flashy, hori- 
zontal stripes and a bouffant hair style, simply 
because the "cover girl" on last month's Vogue ap- 
peared like that. Why don't people dress in a style 
that suits them? Instead of wearing a slimming 
sheath, Mrs. Toothpick would have looked much 
more attractive in a shirt-waist. Similarly, Mrs. 
Elephantitis, when she went to the beach would 
have seemed a hundred pounds lighter had she 
worn a conservative bathing suit instead of an 
undersized bikini. But no! These women must con- 
form to the latest mode, no matter how unbecoming 
it may be to them. Perhaps they feel a certain 
"live-up-to-the-Jonesness" or competitiveness with 
other fashionable women. Perhaps they are discon- 
tented and unhappy and think if they dress like 
others and style their hair like the majority, they 
will automatically feel like them — like normal, 
happy women. 

Conformity is seen in opinions as well as in taste. 
It is easier and more comfortable to remain silent, 
surrounded by your silent friends, simply thinking 
about your feelings on a subject than it is to stand 
up and contradict a statement or give your ideas 
in a meeting or lecture. If, for instance, all the 
"gang" except you want to send away for the 
"Roy Roger's Picture Album" with the box-tops 
you've been saving for months, it would be much 
simpler and safer to agree to the Roy Rogers than 
to go through the rigamarole of telling your friends 
why you think something else would be better. If, 
at a. party, the group decided that it would be a 
riot to wake up all the elderly people in the neigh- 
bourhood by 'phoning them anonymously it would 
take courage not to conform and agree to their 
wild scheme, and say that you didn't think this 
was a good idea. Your attitude might bring un- 
popularity; you might not be invited to the next 
party, and to most teenagers that is a fate worse 
than death. 

There are, of course, people known as non- 
conformists. With most of these I agree. Not quite 
rebelling, they follow their own incentives and to a 
certain extent their own whims. These people have 
the courage to break away from silly trends and 
traditions. It is possible, however, for people to be 
pseudo non-conformists, affecting non-conformity 



superficially to gain attention. These people are 
simply deceiving themselves as well as others. Those 
who think they are beatnicks, hut really are not, 
are the best example of this type. To lie "different" 
they wear black, grow beards, drink coffee by 
the gallon even if it makes them sick, and read 
poetry they don't understand. 

On the whole, however, most people are con- 
formists, and conformists will not try anything new 
for fear it will make them ridiculous in the eyes ol 
their friends. They will not break away from some 
old, impractical method in case someone might 
laugh at them. They forget how to make decisions 
because for so long they have keen wailing for 
someone else to make the first move. Just think 
what a dull, carbon-copy world we would he living 
in now if some of our ancestors and even some of 
us, had not been just a little ''zany," or non- 
conformist. Mary Cape, Maine. 


As I sat down before the radio on the most com- 
fortable chair in the room, my knitting on my lap, 
the dishes in the sink and the beds unmade, I 
prepared to listen to the familiar "Good morning, 
tired housewives, don't bother about your dirty 
dishes ol- unmade beds. It's ten-thirty once again 
and time to listen to another exciting instalment of 
'The Life of Laura Lee' brought to you by Ever- 
So-Eazzy Sink Cleaner. And now a word from our 
As the familar words rang in my ear I thought 
"Boy, you certainly hit the nail on (lie head when 
you said 'leave the dishes' etc.! and the nail won't 
be the only thing hit on the head if my husband 
comes home now and sees me in this state." 

"Now, ladies, if you remember, we left dear Laura 
on the front veranda anxiously awaiting the mail- 
man. She was expecting that letter which would 
contain that very important message. Would she 
be accepted as a beauty counsellor at the large 
Gum Department store in Honolulu where Jim was 
manager? And now back to the story after a 

word from our sponsor." 

I picked up my kitting and began to wonder how 
many "tired housewives" like myself were sitting 
down while beds were still unmade. That point 
always nagged at me! Really, it was ridiculous just 
hanging there in suspense. If the letter said "No" 
she wasn't accepted, then the whole series would 
end because Jim and Laura are the two main 
characters and must be together 'til the end of 
March at least because that is how long the news- 
papers say "The Ever-So-Eazzy Sink Cleaner 

Company" holds the contract for this programme. 

Then the mournful voice of Laura cut into my 
thoughts. "Oh, Puddles, what will I do if the letter 
doesn't come today?" 

The excited barking of her dog told her the 
postman was approaching. "Mornin', Miss Laura," 
he said. "I think I have that letter." 

"And now a word from our sponsor." The 

m t ius voice of the announcer cut in. The 

suspense was nerve-wracking, but so was the fact 
that the beds were still unmade. As I sat there I 
wondered what the women of Red China did to 
waste their time. Surely such nonsense isn't broad- 
cast by the Communist Stations. I satisfied myself 
that they hadn't any spare time and if they had, 
they probably trained for active service in the 
submarine corps. 

"And now back to our story." 

"Mother, Mother, the letter! The answer! I can 


Dead silence, frantic sobs. 

"My dear, dear little girl, 1 shall lose you." 

I guess all mothers act that way from the time 
their first doll gets a terrible fever to the time their 
last daughter walks down the aisle dressed in 
white. By the time my mind had rejoined the 
story, Laura was on the boat for Honolulu. 

"And now a word . . ." And the exciting episode 
was over for anol her daw 

What attracts educated females to listen to such 
uniiiformative entertainment? Fifteen minutes 
would be better spent with the "Decline and Fall" 
by Gibbon. The voice of the announcer returned as 
I frantically tried to retrieve the stitches dropped 
in I he moments of act ion. 

"And now, ladies, for the question of the day. If 
it is answered correctly you will receive a large can 
ol Ever-So-Eazzy Sink Cleaner courtesy of the 
sponsor. What is the name of Laura's dog?" 

My whole purpose in listening was now fulfilled, 
I knew the answer to the question of the day, and 
now to make t he beds. 

Susan Clark, Matric. 


< iood for thai "English Complexion" Janet Bubgoyne 

The Halls of Higher beaming j ANET Bcrooyne 

Sonic Mat lies, know how to relax JANET BUBGOYNE 

Anyone for a relay? p AM F LETrHER 

Saturday afternoons are often cool Patsy Balloch 

Sometimes they are warm Pam Fletcher 

Here's to the House! Hallowe'en Supper. . Janet Bcrgoynu 

Compton's "Hilary" j ANET Burgoyne 

J e prepared Janet Bubgoyne 

Name your requests Janet Bubgoyne 

Sometimes the Matrios. do "dress" I Janet Burgoyne 



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From our point of view, if not from everyone 
else's, VI A seems to have had a pretty successful 
year. We got off to a good start by electing Jane 
Stewart as Form Captain, and Elizabeth Stikeman 
as Sports Captain. These two piloted us skilfully 
through the many and varied activities of the first 

Among our activities the first term was the re- 
nowned "Tea Dance" at B.C.S., at which VI A 
was well represented. For the annual Hallowe'en 
celebrations, VI A produced an impromptu skit on 
"Romance through the Ages." Our Christmas party 
was also well up to standard. Charlotte Mae- 
Latchy's and Andrea Newman's birthday cakes, 
generously donated for the occasion, were accom- 
panied by soft drinks, and stockings were exchanged 
throughout the class. 

VI A also showed good judgment the second 
term, in electing Bridget Blackader and Margie 
Webster respectively for Form and Sports Captains. 

VI A initiative was tried again, as we had to 
provide the decorations for the school's annual 
dance, commonly termed "The Formal." We had 
hardly begun the decorations before we were told 
we had barely a week in which to finish them. The 
theme was originally to be an elaborate Japanese 
scene, but we had to modify this because of limited 
time, and the finished effect was somewhat simpler 
than we had originally intended it to be. 

This seems to have been a record year for skiing 
at King's Hall, and VI A was duly enthusiastic. 
As well as going to Hillerest once a, week, and 
occasionally more, VI A's frequented the farm hill 
as well. VI A also provided a substantial number of 
skaters on the rink, and several competitors in (lie 
Badminton Tournaments. 

The third term Charlotte MacLatchy and Andrea 
Jellicoe were elected Form and Sports Captains. 
These two are also respectively Advertising and 
Form Representative for the school magazine. 

When we arrived back at school after the Easter 
holidays, we were greeted with the news that the 
Red Cross night would be the first Sunday of term. 
This rather startled us, but as everyone was busily 
rushing around, trying to get her piece of handi- 

work finished, we were told that the event had been 
postponed for two weeks. We managed, however, 
to put up a pretty good display, thanks to Marcella 
Vickers, our Red Cross representative. 

Our sincerest thanks to Miss Morris, our Form 
Mistress, who has helped us and kept us in line 
throughout the year. 

Andrea Jellicoe, VI A. 


(Speech given in Sherbrooke at the semi-finals 
of the Public Speaking competition sponsored 
by the McGill Alumni Society) 

V\ hat is fashion to us'.' To most of us it is simply 
a question of picking out clothes which are pre- 
sentable and comfortable. But to some -- Fashion 
is the occupation of a lifetime. This occupation goes 
back for centuries. Today, when we think of 
Fashion, we think of centres like Paris, London, or 
New York. But did you know that the first fashion 
centre was in Burgundy, in the fifteenth century ? 

Through the years the most fashionable clothes 
have been the most uncomfortable, and it is inte- 
resting to think hack to what women have had to 
endure to make themselves stylish. 

^ Let us pick out a few periods in history when that 
Tyrant, Fashion, has been the most despotic. In 
fact, 1 think that the Tyrant's chief advisers, the 
designers, are really sadistic women-haters! 

The Elizabethan period was one of the most un- 
comfortable. As Shakespeare put it, "A city woman 

- that is a. merchant's wife - bears the cost of 
princes on unworthy shoulders." The Elizabethan 
woman was literally weighted down from head to 
loot with heavy clothes and unwieldly ornaments. 
She wore two dresses over iron hoops. The em- 
broidered overdress was usually open in front 
showing the plainer underdress. The materials used 
were heavy and bulky. To add to the discomfort 
waists were very tightly corseted. In this period 
necks were a Jso tortured. The great ruffs which were 



to be in fashion for so long began to make their 
appearance. They soon reached enormous propor- 
tions. Women who wore these "millstone frills," as 
they were called, had to turn completely to talk 
to anyone beside or behind them. 

In addition to this, as we can see from pictures 
of Queen Elizabeth, the hair was built up and 
bedecked with jewels which must have been very 
irritating. However, it seems that the Queen was a 
willing slave. 

It was another queen, Marie Antoinette of 
France, who encouraged later generations of women 
to submit to the Tyrant's next unreasonable out- 
burst. Seldom has fashion been more cruel than 
in the eighteenth century. It reached its peak 
just before the French Revolution. Fashion now 
went to extremes. Crinolines, for instance, were 
flat in front and back but thrust out at the side, 
giving dresses a very broad, flat look. Women 
wearing these dresses had to sidle through doors! 
Hair was done in towering coiffures, standing as 
high as two feet above the head. These "hair-do's" 
took so much time and preparation that a lady 
would have her hair "done" only once every few 
weeks, depending on her maid "to touch it up" in 
between times. At night, the poor lady had to sleep 
wearing a large cotton bonnet tied under her chin. 
Sitting in her coach was also a problem, and many 
a lady went to a ball on her knees - - there to 
dance the hours away with her feet squeezed into 
shoes several sizes too small, for the Tyrant had 
decreed — "Small Feet." 

In the age of revolution when all tyrants were 
toppled from their thrones and society went "back 
to Nature" our Tyrant, too, retired -- for a little 
while. Jane Austen and her friends all wore simple, 
natural styles, but the tyrants all came back - 
and with them, Fashion. 

All through the nineteenth century Fashion had 
his inexorable grip on women. This was the age of 
the "wasp waist." As a result, the pages of Dickens 
and Thackeray are strewn with swooning ladies 
and smelling salts. 

In our democratic century, when every woman 
is fashion-conscious, the Dictator still rules our 
lives, but he has gradually ceased to torture our 
bodies. His last stronghold, so to speak, was our 
heads. In the twenties he invented that fiendish 
instrument — the permanent wave machine, but it 
did not last very long. Today, in the sixties, the 
worst we have to suffer is sleeping on brush rollers. 
Aren't we fortunate that our Tyrant has become a 
Benevolent Despot, an iron hand in a velvet glove ? 
Bridget Blackader, VI A. 


Have you ever thought to yourselves that the 
end of night may be just as captivating as the 
beginning of day ? Well, it really is, as I discovered 
this summer when I stayed awake to experience 
the ending of night and the awakening of dawn. It 
had always been my ambition to do this. 

Picture yourself on a small island inhabited by 
one family — take your own family. You are going 
outside to sit on your favourite rock, right by the 
shore of the lake. The time is about twelve o'clock 
late in the month of August, and you are sitting 
there, thinking of all the gifts God has given us, 
one being the beauty of night and day. You gaze 
at the starry sky that looks like a platter of dia- 
monds, and wonder how it is possible that so many 
stars could fill the sky. The golden harvest moon 
sails slowly up from behind the mountains, and as 
it reaches its peak, the moonlight shimmers upon 
the motionless water. As the hours go by, mist 
forms over the lake, and the moon disappears below 
the horizon as the darkness turns gradually to faint 
grey. The sky changes to a white mass of clouds, 
and the once-still lake now has ripples from the 
soft, early-dawn breeze. The hungry birds are 
chirping for their breakfast and the flowers open 
their petals with pearls of dew dripping off them. 
The sun appears like a ball of fire, and gives off its 
rays of burning heat. Thus begins another day, and 
ends a glorious night. 

Marcella Vickers, VI A. 



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(A Speech given before the School) 

To-night, I would like to show you sonic of the 
many beauties of the island of St. Vincent in the 
West Indies. These are sights which have their own 
special beauty, not to be compared to any others. 

A full moon is one of the most awesome and 
gratifying of the wonders. The huge pale yellow 

globe appears very early in the eveni 

ne: and gradu- 

ally creeps across the sky until it reaches its glorious 
climax over the roof of the semi-dormant volcano 
Soufriere. Its splendour is shown through thin 
wisps of clouds which add a spice of mystery and 
romance to the sky. 

But a full moon is by no means the only beauty 
of St. Vincent, for the whole island is a paradise 
of tropical flora. The palm trees with their lacy 
fronds sway to and fro in the never-ceasing whisper 
of a cool island breeze. The flamboyant trees stand 
very straight and tall with their glorious red blos- 
soms; they seem to light up the sky as if it were on 
fire. The mingled fragrances of gardenias and limes 
and oranges fill the air with a sweet perfume. 
Everywhere there is a chatter of tropical birds 
and animals enjoying life on their beautiful island. 

In many places on St. Vincent enormous water- 
falls cascade to small rivers which very shortly join 
the Carribean Sea. These waterfalls, as well as 
being beautiful, supply the plantation owners with 
water and power to operate their mills. 

Everywhere one goes, one sees row upon row 
of banana trees with their green swaying leaves and 
huge bunches of fruit. Cocoa-coloured workers, 
stripped to the waist, with their dark backs 
gleaming, toil for many hours in the fields sorting 
and picking the fruit. During their task they sing 
and the air is filled with a feeling of happiness. 

St. Vincent is an island of green hills and deep 
valleys. The roads are thin snake-like lanes built 
many years ago by the French. They wind around 
sharp corners and thin ledges so that one travelling 
on them is in constant fear of falling over into the 
sea. Looking down from one of these high roads, 
one can see little bays with thin grayish-black 
sand, and the sea -- a deep turquoise-blue which 
never seems to lose its lustre. 

St. Vincent is always gay, with never a dull 
moment. The Negroes have many political and 
spiritual rallies and their shouts of enthusiasm can 
be heard coming across the hushed quiet of night. 
Sometimes they are trying to gel, in touch with 
departed spirits. In their excited frenzies, they are 
like live wires waiting to be set free. 

Very often all over the island there are fetes, or 
as we call them, parties. Two important Festival 
times are Carnival in February when the people 
dress up in colourful costumes and parade in the 

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streets, and August Monday which marks the day 
the slaves were freed from slavery. 

Kingstown, not Kingston as many people call it, 
is the capital of St. Vincent on the leeward side of 
the island. It is a town of tiny alleys and small 
shops. On one side is the sea with a new harbour 
under construction and on the other side are moun- 
tains. Saturday is the important day in Kingstown 
when estate owners and natives alike come to do 
their shopping. The market places bustle with the 
sounds of hurrying people. Everywhere shouts of 
greeting and more often of argument ring out in 
the West Indian accent. There are few large stores, 
most being small shops opening into the streets. 
Supplies are limited and expensive here, for they 
must be brought in from England or neighbouring 

One cannot leave St. Vincent without visiting 
the Botanical Gardens. They contain a collection 
of every imaginable type of tropical plant and the 
impression they give is one never to be forgotten. 
Here Captain Bligh planted his famous breadfruit 

Your first meal on St. Vincent may sound like 
an assortment of odd names and weird dishes, but 
on sampling them you will find one as delicious as 
the next. Breadfruit is a staple here as potatoes are 
with us. Although it is of a whitish colour, a bread- 
fruit is the size and consistency as a turnip. How- 
ever, its taste is unique. Old and young alike drink 
the native liquour of the West Indies, rum, in rum 
punch which takes the place of lemonade in this 

from the moment you step on this island until 
you leave it you feel as if you were in a fantastic 
dream from which you wish never to be awakened. 
But all too soon this delight is over and yon must 
return to the cold north. As you look back on your 
adventure, you remember it as a beautiful mirage 
never to be forgotten. 

Margaret Webster, VI A. 




Mat woke up with a start. A bucket of soapy 
water was being poured on his head! He looked up 
to see where the water was coming from. Towering 
above him was a burly, ugly-looking woman, staring 
down at him with a sneer on her lips. 

"Hey, get outta here! We don't like niggahs; they 
clutter up our city. Get outta. here!" 

Scenes like this were taking place all over the. 
Southern States in the late 1950's. 

Mat glared at this woman with such a look of 
pure hatred on his face that it would have shocked 
anyone. He then stood up, yawned as if taunting 
her, and sullenly turned on his heel and lumbered 
down the street. 

"And see ya stay outta here," echoed the voice 
of the coarse woman. 

One could tell just from looking at Mat the 
thoughts that raced through his mind. How he 
hated the white people! They had mistreated him 
ever since he could remember, and he was now 
twelve years old. His mother and father had worked 
for white people, and they had been no better than 
the rest. His mother had died, toiling for them, 
and his father had been killed in an uprising 
against them! Then he had been sent to an or- 
phanage. The woman who ran this institution had 
not been kind either, as might have been expected 
of a woman who had in her hands the responsi- 
bility of so many children. His two years there 
had been miserable and full of resentment, and 
just last night he had run away! He had wandered 
around for what seemed like hours, and finally he 
had just lain down and gone to sleep on the marble 
stairs of the big house. Where was he to go now? 
That, he just didn't know. 

He walked on and on, paying no attention to 
time or direction. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a gang 
of little boys ran out of a back yard pelting rocks at 
him. Mat started to run down an alley, feeling the 
sting of the small stones hitting his back and 
hearing the exuberant cheers of the boys as each 
rock struck him. On he ran, not stopping until he 
could no longer hear the shouts. Finally, when he 
could run no farther, he lay down in the deep grass 
on the side of the road and began to cry. 

Suddenly a big hand was laid on his shoulder. 
Mat looked up and saw a pair of very kindly blue 
eyes looking down at him, full of compassion. 

"Get away from me, you - you - you white!" Mat 

But the big man with the blue eyes just sat down 
beside Mat and began to talk. 

"How old are you, son, and what's your name?" 
he asked. 

Mat just couldn't keep down a reply because the 
man seemed so kind. 

"I'm twelve and my name's Mat, suh." 

"Thai's a nice name, and where are you from?" 

That is what started the conversation between 
the two. At first it had been difficult for Mat to 
talk to this man, but now the words just seemed to 
slip out, pulled as if by a magnet, 

By now the man knew Mat's history, all about 
the orphanage, and even about this morning's 

"Come son," said the man, "we're going to that 

"No, suh! Please don't take me there!" whim- 
pered Mat, 

"Come along! Don't worry!" the man replied. 

Mat walked slowly along with the man. He had 
complete trust in him now. Soon they reached the 
orphanage. They walked in through the old green 
door that was so familiar to Mat — into the little 
dingy, smelly room that represented the office. 

"Who is it ?" cackled an old voice from the back. 

Neither Mat nor the man could see the speaker, 
it was so dark in here after the bright outside, 
but then a skinny, wicked-looking old lady stum- 
bled over to them. 

"So it's you, is it?" she screamed. "I knew you'd 
come back, you know." 

"Ma'm, may I speak to you for a moment?" 
requested the man. 

"Who're you?" cackled the old lady, noticing 
for the first time the big man who stood by Mat. 

"Do come into my office!" Her voice was all 
peaches and cream now. 

Mat waited for what seemed like hours while 
the two talked in the back room, but finally the 
door squeaked open. 

"Mat," the man smiled, "how would you like to 
come and live with me, in a big house? I live in a 
place wajr up north called Canada, Would you 
like it, Mat?" 

Mat just gazed at him, his face a mask of sheer 

"Well, Mat?" interrupted the old woman. 

With that, Mat ran over to the big man and 
buried his head in the man's arms. This was his 
word of consent. 

Cheryl McDermid, VI A. 




It was a bleak August day and the wind tossed 
occasional drops of rain over me. The sandy path 
I was following was flanked by stiff eel-grass, and 
as I turned a bend in the path, the wind blew more 
strongly in my face, for the field of waving grass 
had ended, and before me stretched an expanse <>1 
sand, wet and flattened by the rain. Beyond the 
sand I saw the sea, not with gentle, rolling waves 
and soft, splashing breakers, but with huge, dark 
rollers bursting on the sand with a roar. I felt 
something inside me akin to awe for the sea, for 
here was the fury of nature unchained, and man 
was powerless against it. Down the beach lay 
proof to the sea's strength, for there was a battered 
lobster pot and the broken hull of a. weather-worn 
fishing dory. As the taste of salty spray on my 
lips urged me to come closer to the water, I began 
to follow the edge of the sea., looking for shells as 
I walked, but all had been shattered by the rough 
waves. Suddenly, the sand I had been walking on 
stopped, and I felt coarse pebbles beneath my feet. 
I realized that I had walked almost to "Black 
Point," the headland jutting out into Northumber- 
land Strait. This point was formed by many huge 
grey rocks, which were perfect for climbing over or 
hiding under. As I approached a rock to climb it, 
I discovered I wasn't the only person who enjoyed 
"mountain-climbing," for the face of a small girl 
appeared on the other side. When I climbed to the 
top to meet her, I noticed that she was wearing a 
bright yellow slicker several sizes too big for her. 
The legs visible below the long coat were chid in 
tattered blue-jeans, but all she wore on her feel 
was a coaling of sand. Long dark hair framed her 
pretty young face, and her cheeks, pink from 
exercise, puffed as she caught her breath. 

I did not know her but I smiled, and she said, 
"HI." Realizing that I was a stranger to her, she 
giggled shyly and ran off to join her friends whom 
I could see in the distance. After several minutes 
of climbing they ail disappeared out of sight, and 
I was left alone again. 

Looking away from the sea,, I saw that where the 
rocks met, the land, steep cliffs rose, and, set back 
from the cliff-edge were several cottages, quiet and 
cool in the damp rain. These reminded me that I 
should be heading home. I decided to take a route 
home different from the way I had come. I climbed 
to the top of the cliff and looked down on the sand, 
sea, and rocks below. I could hear the distant crash 
of the waves far below me, and it seemed to call 
me back. I didn't, want to leave this place, but I 
knew it was time to go. Only one thing was a 

comfort to me: the sea would still be there to- 
morrow, and for a thousand tomorrows. 

Charlotte MacLatchy, VI A. 


I had entered silently by the old oak door in the 
west wing of the church; no one had heard me. 
Everything was the same - - the same soft green 
carpet, the same golden splashes of light from the 
same long, hanging lamps. From where I stood, 
back in the last row of pews, I could hear nothing 
but the furtive rustlings of a few curious mice. 
The pews were dark and cold, but I could remember 
who sat in every one. 

Moving silently, I walked farther on up the aisle. 
As I came closer to the front of the church, I 
became aware of the minister and an altar-boy 
moving across the altar, preparing for the next 
service. The minister, in long black flowing robes 
and the boy in a short blue starched cassock, flitted 
around, hovering over t he polished silver chalices to 
polish them once more. The branched, twisted 
silver candle-sticks held slender tapers which gave 
off a sweet odour. There were two delicate silver 
vases filled with white chrysanthemums. 

At last the minister and the altar-boy turned, 
satisfied that every possible thing had been done to 
set all the silver, gold, and brass to twinkling and 
gleaming. Together they bowed, and left through 
the little door into the organ-room. 

The spotless white altar cloth glowed goldenly in 
the light from the gently swinging lamps. There 
were fifty-seven links in each chain and eight 
opaque honey-coloured panes of glass in each lamp. 
I remembered counting them on a Good Friday, 
when we all had to go to church for three hours. 

How quiet and peaceful everything was! I took 
my old seat cautiously, remembering, too, the odd 
squeak it used to have after the summer when we 
all had come back and found the church in damp 
disuse. There was no squeak now, and I noticed that 
the frayed old kneeling cushion, which used to leave 
curious leaf-like impressions on my knees, had been 
replaced by an unworn red velvet one. 

Somewhere back in the wing another door 
opened and a cool draught blew around my knees. 
Shuffling footsteps approached and I tried to re- 
member whose they were. Surely, I could not have 
forgotten the unforgettable rhythm of shuffle, step; 
shuffle, shuffle, step. Why it could only be old Jeff] 
I lie caretaker, on one of his innumerable trips. 

He toId m « ee that he had been around the 

church at least a thousand times, but 1 supposed 



that he had doubled that number by now. Up 
through the West Chapel, across the nave, around 
the east wing, and down through the vestry to the 
cellar! His old route! He limped - slowly, pain- 
fully, and laboriously - - an old man now, much 
more bent than before, his bad leg dragging more 
than ever. His lantern swung jerkily in his right 
hand while his left helped to support him against 
the stone pillars. 

Haltingly he stumbled up the aisle, sat down 
slowly in one of the pews and put his lantern on 
the floor beside him. He sat for a minute, catching 
his breath and gazing at the beautiful altar. Finally 
he hinged to his feet in the same peculiar rocking 
motion he used in walking, and moved reluctantly 
up to the altar. 

He reached just inside the little door to the 
organ-room and brought out the silver candle- 
snuffer. With a wavering step he approached the 
altar and snuffed out the candles one by one, like 
tiny stars pinched out of existence by some huge 
hand. Awkwardly he retrieved his lantern and 
moved back down the aisle, his shadow swaying 
crazily, grotesquely distorted on the damp stone 
pillars. Around the east wing and through the 
vestry to the cellar. I could still hear his shuffle, 
step; shuffle, shuffle, step. 

Sheila Salmond, VI A. 


"Ah," thought Norah, as she relaxed in the tub 
enjoying the scent of her bath oil, "it's so nice to 
be able to take it easy in a soothing bath after a 
long morning's work.'' 

Then, as she had expected, the faithful old tele- 
phone rang. "Oh, I won't bother with it," she said 
to herself, closing her eyes to try to forget the 
persistent ringing, but finding the noise even 
louder. She wondered who was calling. 

"It couldn't be anyone important . . . could it? 
. Ted is away in Toronto at a medical convention 
and the children are still at school. . ." 

Norah let the sponge soak up the warm liquid 
and then squeezed it, letting the water run down 
the back of her neck. 

Four, five, six times, she counted the persistent 
rings. "Oh goodness," she thought, "maybe some- 
thing terrible has happened to one of the children. 
Maybe Pam has caught Sara's mumps and the 
school nurse is calling to tell me." 

Norah sighed heavily, awakened from her 
drowsy peace, stepped out of the bath slowly, weak 
from heat, and, wrapping a fleecy towel around her 

slender body, proceeded to her bedroom to answer 
the call. 

She picked up the 'phone, and said "Hello." The 
voice answered on the other end in a desperate 
tone, "Help, 7443 Upper. . ." 

Then there was nothing but a faint breathing on 
the other end. 

Norah cried into the receiver, "Hello, who's 
there? 7443 Upper what ? Please, try to answer!" 

A scarcely audible whisper was heard. "Upper 
Belmont . . . hurry!" 

Norah heard the line click and without hesitation 
called the General Hospital. The number came 
quickly to her mind, for she had called Ted there 
many times. She hastily gave Mrs. Barker, the day 
nurse, the necessary information, telling her it was 
a matter of "life or death!" 

As the children soon arrived home for lunch, 
Norah had no time to spare until after they had 
left. Washing up the dishes, she wondered, "What 
happened to that poor man? I can't help it; I'll 
have to call the hospital to And out how he is." 

She hurried to the 'phone. "Good afternoon," 
Norah greeted Mrs. Barker. "How is the man I 
called you about this morning?" 

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Day, you mean the old plumber 
on Upper Belmont ? He was saved just in time, poor 
dear. He had suffered a heart attack. He's now 
resting in an oxygen tent. I think he'll be fine. 
Probably too much physical strain for his heart." 

Norah, weak with relief, slowly lowered herself 
into a chair and murmured, "What would have 
happened if I had not answered the 'phone?" 

Deryl Dawes, VI A. 


The bombing had left the Cathedral bare and 
dusty, full of rubble from the north wall. The big 
stained glass window hung in pieces, and coloured 
glass suspended on tiny wires fell every now and 
then to the stone floor beside the great entrance 
in the western wall. 

Through the eastern window the rising sun threw 
a shaft of light, throwing the shadow of the crucifix 
upon the dusty floor; this beam fell on the aisle, 
giving the church a still more serene and peaceful 

In the front row three visitors knelt, all stran- 
gers to one another and completely different in 

They all mumbled the same prayer. "Please God 
don't let him die." 

The woman on the far right was fairly old, and 
dressed for colder weather. A big red jacket hung 


loosely over her shoulders and a plaid scarf, still 
wet with snow, was wrapped around her head. 
Large mittens warmed her hands, which occasion- 
ally were lifted to wipe her tear stained face and 
red eyes. She wore no make-up, and her long hair 
was rolled up in a neat bun. 

On the same bench, but farther to the left, knelt 
a young lady newly-married and dressed in fashion- 
able clothing. Leather gloves clutched a handker- 
chief and an old blue hymn and prayer book. 
Furry boots matched her black hat and went 
nicely with her camel-hair coat. She constantly wip- 
ed her eyes. She did not care that she smudged her 
lipstick or ruined her other make-up. 

The third worshipper was not really kneeling, 
but was sitting on the bench, leaning over, feet on 
hassock and head between his hands. His navy 
blue winter coat with big gold buttons was fastened 
up to his thin chin, and the pointed high collar hid 
his cold red ears. His white hair clung to his thin 
head, still pressed from his naval officer's cap, which 
he had removed upon entering church. When he 
lifted his head from time to time, deep eyes were 
noticeable under heavy eyebrows and his hollow 
cheeks suited his pale complexion. 

The dust had settled by now, but the three 
people went on hoping, each praying that his or her 
loved one would return home, happy and safe 
after the cruel war. Overhead, the planes still Hew 
by with an ominous roar. 

Ann Stikeman, VI A. 


The coyotes howled as I rode along; 
To myself J hummed a song 
To calm the fear that dwelt, in me, 
Rising like a tumultuous sea. 

My horse pawed the ground, and was raring to go, 

I had to call "Stop, old boy, whoa!" 

All of a sudden I heard from behind 

A sound thai frightened me out of my mind! 

Aly horse jumped ahead in sudden I'righl ! 
I turned to peer into the silent night; 
All was still as if life were asleep 
And the black of the night looked so heavy and 

I kicked my horse in a frenzied fury 
Trying lo escape from thai place in a hurry; 
My mind was a blur as we galloped away. 
Oh! how I longed for the first sign of day. 

Cheryl McDermid, VI A. 


Standing on the hill top, looking down to the 
beach and the sea, I suddenly realized what a 
beautiful place this was. It was that moment 
Let ween the day and night that comes only in the 
tropics. The sky was a deep blue, becoming paler 
and tinged with pink around the sun. The sun 
itself was like a fiery ball, lighting the western 
horizon and giving a glow to everything. The sea 
around was aflame but rapidly 1 eearr.e increasing- 
ly blue until soon the far horizon was almost black. 
The sand, too, was now black, and the trees waving 
slowly back and forth were a dark green. The 
islands and hills in the distance had faded to mere 
shadows which could hardly be seen. The small 
nearby islands, though, were still clear, and on each 
the coconut trees stood out Tall and strong. The 
near mountains, too, were clear and tinged with 
pink from the sun. Everything was peaceful as 
though waiting for the night to suddenly drop its 
protective cloak. 

There were only two moving figures, a man and 
woman coming up the hill. He was riding a donkey, 
but she was walking beside it. They were both 
negroes, but he was as black as coal while she was 
a light chocolate colour. She was a young girl of 
about seventeen. She was not tall, but she was 
well-built and pretty. She wore a brightly printed 
skirt and an orange blouse tied at the waist. Her 
feet were bare. On her head she carried a basket 
of fruit. Her hair beneath this was short and black, 
the wiry strands plaited into small braids. 

The man sal slumped ami quite at ease on the 
donkey. He, too, was young, perhaps twenty-five. 
He was such a big man that his long legs almost 
touched the ground on either side of the donkey. 
He wore a pair of khaki pants, but no shirt. Like 
the girl, he was bare-footed and bare-headed. His 
jel black hair was very short ami gave the impres- 
sion of a small woolly cap. 

Together they sang a song as they came up the 
hill. It was a gay calypso tune, and somehow made 
I he scene perfect. I knew then that St. Vincent 
was, for me, the only place to live. 

Betty Jane Punnett, V] A. 


VI A's on I lie snow Debby tin.I. 

Bum trouble — temporary only I-vnet Burhoyne 

}'} ^/nn' ,- „ Debby Gill 

1 lie VI B Fashion Show j OY Balloch 

Sorry no sound (rack! Mary Stratford 

And so to bed ' - VI B j OY Balloch 

V Bs re axing Joy Balloch 

1] , H, 'V lax, ' , l Mary Stratford 

VI Bsrhezeles... Joy Balloch 

June Bonfire, 62. LmET Burgoyne 

Are we allowed in? Elizabeth Stikeman 

""' < l "" 1 ' lANET BURQOYNE 



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At the beginning of the school year, VI B 
heaved off with thirty-two girls, with only six new 
girls. In the middle of the first term two more were 
added to the hive from V A, Denise Shalom and 
Vivian Gotthilf . Keeping us in order for that term 
were Joy Balloch as Form Captain and Andy 
Cowans as Sports Captain. We elected Judy Stairs 
for our Red Cross Representative and she has 
certainly kept us going! As in every autumn term 
there was a great deal of soccer; some girls played 
for the team and others just for fun, and occa- 
sionally a few would get out and play a bit of 
tennis. We all had fun at Hallowe'en acting and 
watching the skits, and as usual, tunics bulged 
with candies, apples, and Hallowe'en goodies. We 
ended the term with a Christmas party in which 
Charlotte Stinson was Santa and gave out stockings 
to all, including one to herself! 

Nineteen sixty-three had certainly an active 
start for VI B. Jill Stainforth and Joan Eakin were 
chosen for Form and Sports' Captains and they 
kept us going under full steam. Snow was not lack- 
ing and VI B's skied and skated in the afternoons, 
including one Saturday when Miss Wallace and 
Miss Braddick took us on a ski hike over Windy. 
Later in the term, working all together, we finally 
finished building a network of tunnels in one of 
the enormous snowbanks and named it the "VI 
Bigloo." That occupied us for a few weeks, but 
after a small thaw, different amusement kept us 
busy. We thought up many varied games to play 
in the afternoons and almost everyone took part, 
rarely getting cold! To extract all our marvellous 
(?) literary talent, we elected Sara Peck Magazine 
Representative and she kept our pens moving well. 
Many VI B's took part in the badminton tourna- 
ment and swimming gala. 

After a two week vacation, VI B came back and 
elected Mary Stratford and Lee Ellson as Form 
Captain and Sports Captain to push us along the 
last lap of this year. As the snow gradually dis- 
appeared, the tennis courts were doited with 
ambitious players and the VI B baseball flew 
across the soccer field on many afternoons. On Red 
Cross Sunday, VI B produced varied articles of 
clothing and many stuffed animals, along with over 

eighty dollars raised from raffling a school sweater 
knit by Judy Stairs. On rainy days many VI B's 
were occupied over a chess board under the in- 
fluence of the VI B Chess Club, of which Jill 
Stainforth was the president. 

Through thick and thin our Form Mistress, Miss 
Ramsay, pulled us, despite the visiting before 
breakfast and the occasional breaking of rules and 
lights. The year would not have been the same 
without her. We feel that Miss Ramsay has been 
a really wonderful Form Mistress for this year's 
VI B. 

Joy Balloch, 
Jill Stain forth 


The spinning, burning, ruthless rays 
Beat down upon the sun-baked land, 
The scorched earth's soil seemed all ablaze, 
A scalded red, cov'ring the land. 

The scarce, black shrivelled plants were bent; 
Parched by the sun, they stooped in grief; 
The land and plants were in lament; 
They seemed to be beyond relief. 

The people had left long ago; 
They could not bear the burning pain; 
The smoth'ring land cried out in woe! 
But still, alas, there was no rain. 

Suddenly, upon one stifling day, 
In the distance ... a cloud appeared! 
The land no more was in dismay! 
The cloud expanded as it neared. 

The sky was dark, the rain began, 
It drizzled, sprinkled and then poured; 
It tried to bathe the sun-baked land; 
It seemed that life would be restored! 

It seeped into the hard dry ground 
Trying to save earth's vegetation ; 
The rain fell soundly all around, 
But could not heal the Desolation. 

Pkiscilla Bakkkh, VI B. 




There is a Form at K.H.C. 
Qui est fait de trente-quatre lilies. 
Estan activas cada dia 
In ludis et in operis. 

Joan Aitken comes from way down South, 
A Montreal se meut Shirley. 
Y Joy toca el piano, 
Priscilla vocatur Muffy. 

We have the twins (they're Di and Bev), 
De Magog, ou elles aiment leur chatte. 
Joanie quien esquia tan bien, 
Quoque Lee quae equos amat. 

There's Sarah (spelt with h not a) 
Et Andy qui est si 'messee'! 
Suzie eon su grabadora; 
A Montreal venit Cathy. 

Then comes our gymnast, Margie Fox. 
Parlant francais toujours — e'est Jill; 
Vivian esta de Colombie, 
Et Barb quae est de Iberville. 

Then Margot who is very tall, 
Et Cathy vient d'Ottawa. 
Wendy escribe bellamente, 
Et Sue quae semper est in aqua! 

While Freedy rushes off to choir, 
Joan joue un bon jeu de tennis. 
Sydney habla bien espanol, 
Alex dux erit in castris. 

Elaine who is our limbo star, 
Et Speckers fait de beaux tableaux. 
Bonnie con sus ojos flojos; 
Denise saepe cum camera. 

Jill with her head way deep in maths, 
Et Vicki danse tout le jeudi. 
De America viene Charlotte, 
Ad Nassau procedit Judy. 

Mary who knows her fifty states, 
Et Hope, bonne ecuyer sera. 
Finalmente, Miss Ramsay es 
Nostra optima magistral 

Jill Staixforth, 

Joy Balloch, 

Andrea Cowans, VI B. 

THE PREP HALL - Two Aspects 

What the Pupil Sees 

She stands, arms folded, watching the hunched 
backs of approximately ninety girls doing Prep. 
She is bored. On tip-toe she walks over to the back 
of the room and laboriously eases herself down onto 
the stairs. Chin in hand, her eyes slowly traverse 
the room, back and forth. Very dull! 

She gets up and moves slowly and silently down 
the aisle, glancing at the books and papers which 
litter each table, heap upon heap. She reaches the 
front door. She folds her arms again and pauses a 
minute to watch the girl in the front row who 
stares blankly into space. But soon the girl returns 
to the present and, realizing that she is being ob- 
served, hastens to refind her place in her book and 
continue reading. 

She now turns to the blackboard to read the 
numerous and hastily scribbled meeting reminders. 
She ambles down the second aisle only stopping 
to pick up an interesting-looking text book, tee- 
tering on top of a pile, and flip through it. Becoming 
bored again she replaces it ou the heap and, after 
glancing back at the clock which now says five to 
eight, walks to the back of the room with a some- 
what relieved expression on her face, and sits down. 

Sara Peck, VI B. 

What the Staff Sees 

Entirely absorbed in the work before her, she 
crouched over the table in such a manner as to 
suggest its defence. Her face was set in resolute 
determination, her forehead lined in stern concen- 
tration. Her eyes, still and unswerving, seemed to 
reach for something unavailable, and were glued, 
downcast, in a grim and obtrusive stare. Motion- 
less she sat, until she appeared totally unaware of 
her surroundings, aware of only the math, problem 
confronting her. She cocked her head in sudden 
interest and anticipation; then, in sequence, her 
eyes lighted with a delighted sparkle of success; 
she sighed conspicuously in loud relief and satis- 
faction. Her mood changed immediately. The stern 
sober attitude of seconds before was replaced by a 
careless gaze around the room, gloating in her 
victory, yet curious how the others were faring. 
But how her feelings changed! She began tracing 
the outlines of characters on the table. Then, as 
suddenly as it had left her, a studious wave swept 
over her, and she returned to her original position 
of serious and absorbed work. 

Joan Eakin, VI B. 




I shall attempt to interprel the portrait of a 
great woman. Her appearance is of trifling impor- 
tance as the rich qualities of her sparkling per- 
sonality overshadow any physical shortcoming she 
might bear. Let us call her Jane to avoid the 
monotony of the pronoun "she." 

Her character is moulded by the rigid standards 
of what is right and wrong. This knowledge is the 
backbone of her greatness. Jane possesses that 
truly God-sent knack of making us feel wholly at 
our ease and yet she docs not let her casnalncss 
reach the stage of encouraging insolence. On the 
contrary, she is the kind of person yon can pour 
out your heart to and yet she retains that margin 
of dignity which demands respect and indeed we 
bear her an undying respect, which hints of no 
inferior feeling. 

In all her deeds there is thoughtfulness, and good- 
will is always extended to others. Her wisdom and 
judgment concerning personal affairs are contin- 
ually sought after by those around her and both 
are given with an encouraging smile of under- 

Neither is she ignorant. Jane, unlike so many of 
us, has taken advantage of all the opportunities for 
learning wonderful things that this world offers and 
the amount of knowledge she has gathered never 
ceases to overwhelm those with whom she comes in 
contact. No matter what honours are bestowed 
upon her, Jane receives them with a quiet air of 
humility and grace so pleasing to our hearts. In 
Jane are represented those qualities which no man 
should pass through life without knowing and 


Mary Stratford, VI B. 



Quiet Please, 

We're studying. 

Quiet Please, 

Can't you see we're studying? 

Quiet Please. 

Never mind the records playing, 

Don't you know that's French they're saying? 

So Quiet Please, my nerves are fraying, 

Quiet Please. 

Sara Peck, VI B. 


She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. 
She had Enally reached her destination - ■ the 
tent of the old gypsy fortune teller. The small 
withered woman sat before a round table and 
beckoned to the timid little girl to sit down. Beady 
blue eyes shone out like marbles from the crinkled, 
time-worn face of the gypsy as she removed her 
brightly coloured shawl from her head and placed 
it around her humped shoulders. She was gaily 
clad, with much brilliant jewellery adorning her 
wrists and hanging from her ears. 

The little girl gazed around the small dim tent 
and cautiously sat down before the old woman. 
Her faded green dress contrasted with that of the 
gyps.v and her feet were bare. The silence of the 
tent was abruptly broken by the creaky voice of 
the fortune-teller, demanding the hand of her 
customer. Gingerly, a hot little fist uncurled, 
showing the gypsy the lines in the grubby palm, 
through which miniature rivulets of dirt had found 
their way. 

The Gypsy's eyes narrowed, gazing intently at 
the damp hand, while the child sat, uneasily 
awaiting her fate. 

The tent was still and quiet until the old gypsy 
lifted her head, and, her kindly eyes fixed upon the 
face of one innocent, said in a slow, pensive voice, 
"You will soon be going on a long journey." 

Joy Balloch, VI B. 


Her countenance was serious; she gazed with 
uneasiness upon the figure. The tightly-drawn lips 
seemed to keep in all her outcries of objection. As 
soon as she saw the figure start out, her face was 
lined with wrinkles of worry. Her hand clutched her 
throat and she remained thus for a long time, her 
eyes following the figure. The sound of the thun- 
dering water came louder, louder and louder, until 
the noise made a piercing pain in her ears. More 
and more dread took hold of her. A powerful feeling 
of abhorence grasped 1km-, as she saw the figure 
swerve and almost fall. She looked away so as not 
lo see any more; she could no longer endure it. But 
after what seemed an eternity she turned around 
and when she looked again an expression of tre- 
mendous relief swept her face. Instantly she dropped 
to the ground and made a silent prayer of thank- 
fulness. Her son had just crossed Niagara Falls 
on a rope! 

Denise Shalom, VI B. 




I climbed up the dark, steep stairway, opened the 
door and peeked in. The attic corners were shrouded 
with long finger-like shadows, caused by the move- 
ments of the trees outside. Rain came through a 
small hole in one of the window panes with every 
strong gust of wind. My hand groped along the 
rough planks of the wall and turned on the light. 
As I looked around the room, quietness and loneli- 
ness filled the darkest corners. A streak of lightning 
sped across the sky and the attic light suddenly 
went off. I flattened myself against the wall and 
stared about the room with frightened thoughts. 
The room took off its coat of darkness and put it 
on again, causing weird and grotesque shadows to 
flash on and off over the boxes and other scattered 
articles. One of the windows was flung open by a 
gust of wind. Rain ran across the room, several 
newspapers danced out of their boxes, while others 
flapped back and forth in the oncoming wind. With 
frightened thoughts I fled across the room, opened 
the door and ran downstairs, never to forget my 
moments in the attic. 

Bonnie Rinfket, VI B. 


The dreaded hand-bell sounds again, 

The weekend all gone by; 
How can I rise from where I've lain? 

I wish that I could die. 

I pound my pillow on my head, 
Life's just not worth its while; 

It can't be time, the clock's misread, 
I try in vain to smile. 

I drag myself up off my bed; 

I grope for brush and paste: 
The bell will ring! my feet like lead, 

I simply can't make haste. 

I stagger down the corridor; 

How can I face the day ? 
The sinks for taps I do explore, 

My eyes shut in dismay. 

Monday morning, grim and blue, 

Your mis'ries I deplore; 

1 just can't wait until you're through, 

And weekend's here once more! 

Joan Eakin, VI B. 


It's ski day at last, 
The work's in the past; 
We're out for a blast, 
Or are we ? 

The bus waits outside, 
Your skis are beside; 
Your boot-laces tied; 
Or are they ? 

You trip on your knitting, 
Your knickers are splitting, 
Through the bus door you're fitting; 
Or are you ? 

There's quite a cool breeze, 
But you sit back with ease; 
In the back are your skis, 
Or are they ? 

Saka Peck, VI B. 

A Merrx 







A little cruiser sped smoothly across the bay, 

leaving behind it a path of ripples, which stirred 
gaily in the silent sea. The sky was a deep blue, 
and the sun shone brightly, with its radiant beams 
reflecting on the quiet water. 

Suddenly a group of black thick thunderclouds 
crept across the sky, unnoticed by the cruiser. In 
a few minutes the sun was blotted out by the clouds, 
and the waters became restless. The whole sky was 
covered with angry dark clouds, and the waves 
began to lash violently against the sides of the 
boat. A clap of thunder sounded, and a streak of 
lightning shot down from the sky like a bony 
finger ready to seize the helpless boat. The waves 
began to toss the little cruiser to and fro, as if 
they were having a game of pitch and catch! The 
little boat was lost amidst the turbulent sea. The 
wind howled and beat the cruiser unmercifully, 
helping the violent waves toss the defenceless vessel. 

Suddenly, as abruptly as the storm had begun, 
the angry waters ceased their torture of the help- 
less boat, and the storm began to diminish. There 
was a glimmer of light, and the sun burst forth 
from behind the mysterious clouds. The waves be- 
came gentle and rocked the little boat like a tiny 
baby in its mother's arms. Then, the waters be- 
came still, like the shiny surface of a glassy mirror, 
as the boat sped back to (he safety of the bay. 

Priscilla Barker, VI B. 


Down at (he end of the old beach road 
Where the water licks the shore, 

Is where I go to release my load 
And to think of cares no more. 

This is the place where the seagulls cry, 
And the salty spume is flung 

Over the rocks that pierce the sky, 

Where the song of the wind is sung. 

Here dwells the smell of I lie fresh sea air, 
And the stretch of golden sand 

Holds for the wee shell-people a lair 
AH unknown to the human land. 

Out from t he crags, from t heir seaweed lawn, 
Waters trickle, to join their start; 

And the crested waves ride on and on 
To intrigue another heart. 


Tales of ghosts and phantoms around and about 
Britain have been told so often that any visitor 
could be forgiven for thinking it a land of strange 
moonlight happenings, of houses and castles where 
strange sounds are heard during the night, where 
creaking doors open and shut without the aid of 
human hands. Yes, there are places in the country 
with the reputation for such doings as these. 

One of the most famous haunted houses in 
Britain is the Burton Agnes Hall in Yorkshire. 
In the hall of this mansion, behind the panelling 
of the wall, is the skull of a girl who died three 
hundred years ago. When someone attempted to 
move this skull, bangs and such turmoil broke out 
that the skull was immediately put back. But 
Burton Agnes Hall is where strange things happen 
even when the skull is back in its ordinary position. 

Another interesting spectacle is at Levens Hall 
in Westmorland. These ghosts have no desire for 
moonlight nights hut boldly act in broad daylight. 
Their favourite habit is that of suddenly disap- 
pearing before the astonished gaze of their victim. 
The most famous is the Grey Lady who haunts the 
driveway of the house. Her main activity is to alarm 
visitors by stepping in front of cars as they approach 
the house and when the driver comes up he is quite 
convinced that he has run over an old lady, but 
there is no one there upon investigation. Another 
Levens Hall ghost is a woman with a mob cap and 
a pink printed dress who is often seen when children 
are in the house. There is also a small black, woolly 
dog which trots around the house quite contented 

happy but 

has the odd characteristic of being 

Joy Balloch, VI B. 

visible to some and not to others. 

Glamis Castle, Scotland, is said to be a castle 
surrounded by mystery. One ghost is the spirit 
of Earl Baedie who is said to have staked his 
soul in a card game with the devil, and having lost 
was condemned to play for evermore. Where this 
everlasting game takes place is another mystery; 
it is said that if you count the windows of this 
castle from the outside and then from the inside 
your numbers will never coincide. Somewhere 
within the castle is the lost room where the card- 
player continues his endless game. 

There are many more records and stories of such 
ghosts. Whoever or wherever they may be, these 
silent, intangible beings will be gliding along their 
accustomed paths and if you yourself see nothing 
then maybe it is because you don't "see things," 
for in Britain it is a brave man who will state that 
there are no such things as ghosts. 

Sue McCain, VI B. 




The night is dark and moonless, 
The rooms are quiet and still 
When all of a sudden there's chaos — 
The fire bell loud and shrill! 

Beds are stripped for the blankets 
As pillows go hurtling past; 
Windows are slammed with vigour 
And the slippers are found at last. 

Now, to find your room-mate, 

Who has vanished out of sight! 

You edge toward the light-switch — 


There she is by the window 
Trying to find her bear — 
"Hurry, my friend, forget about Joe!" 
And down to the exit we tear. 

Sara Peck, VI B. 



As I approached the door, time seemed to take 
me back three hundred years. The first thing I 
noticed was the hard, age- worn, mahogany bench 
where Anne Hathaway once sat with her lover, 
Shakespeare. To the right was an old sooty fire- 
place, blackened by the everglowing fire struggling 
to warm the cold in those days of no central 
heating. To the right of the fireplace was an ancient 
bread-oven with a strong iron door to cover its 
small opening in the wall. Beside it stood an 
antique, worm-eaten bread-shovel, worn with the 
handling of fresh, crisp loaves. At the other side 
of the room was an ancient weather-beaten beer 
jug made from a discarded leather boot. A few 
old rocking chairs stood as if inviting some old 
weary man to rest his tired legs. Overhead, shri- 
velled brown apples hung limply from a crude, 
dusty oil lamp. The dark, heavy wooden beams on 
the walls and ceiling seemed to protect the cozy 
little room from the hard cold winters outside. 

Sarah Collin, VI B. 




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This year the large V A class consisted of thirty- 
three girls. Those from Montreal were Suzie Aboud, 
Norah Doheny, Vicki Druce, Susan Gait, Patricia 
Morgan, Brenda Peck, Sheila Reid, Nan Rudel, 
Gail Russel, Tassy Smith, Robyn Wise, and Patri- 
cia Wolff. All of them nobly upheld their patriotism 
for their native city! We also had a number of 
girls who came from the grand province of Quebec. 
Prom R.awden came Carol Pinlayson; from St. 
John's, Beverly Eraser; from Quebec City, Susan 
Johnston; from Knowlton, our famous invalid, 
Elizabeth Nickson; from Port Chambly, Christine 
Prescott; from Baie D'Prfe, Mary Glen; from 
Cookshire, Madeleine Thomas; and from St. Adele, 
Cindy Morton. Margaret Chapman, Kay Wilson 
and Jinny Parke all came from the Toronto area, 
while other Ontarioites were Libby Paterson, from 
Port William; Stephanie Hutchins from Pembroke; 
Vicki Rorke from Cobourg. From the Nation's capi- 
tal we have Anne Carre, Julie Kenny and Louise 
Mundy. Prom Calgary came another invalid, Tory 
Nichols. Prom South America came Kathy MacKay, 
and from the United State's capital — Cathy Cook. 

In the tail our Porm Captain was Norah Deane 
Doheny and our Sports' Captain was Margo 
Chapman. During this term we enjoyed playing 
soccer, doing Hallowe'en skits and at Christmas we 
pul on French plays and sang carols with the resl of 
the School. We also elected Stephanie Hutchins as 
Red Cross Representative. 

In the Winter Term our Form Captain was 
Kathy MacKay and our Sports' Captain was 
Brenda Peck. We all participated in such sports as 
skiing and skating; with the help of .Miss Reid and 
Miss Hewson we produced two plays for the School. 
For the Red Cross we sold ourselves as slaves lor a 
day. We also thoroughly enjoyed the Formal 
Dance with B.C.S. 

And finally, in the Spring Term, we elected 
Cathy Cook as our Form Captain and Libby 
Paterson as our Sports' Captain. We had fun 
attempting to play our tennis tournaments and 
organizing a baseball team as well as spending our 
free hours tanning in the sun. 

We owe our greatest thanks to Miss Reid, our 
patient and willing Form Mistress, who gave up 
so much of her time lor our enjoyment. We regret 
to say thai Miss Reid will not be with us next 
year, but we wish her the hesl of luck always. 
Cathlyn Cook, 
Kathleen MacKay, V A. 


What does Paradise mean to you ? 

Is it a river flowing through 

A valley, with mountains on either side? 

Or is it the crests of waves that ride 

Into shore on the incoming tide 9 

What does Paradise mean to you ? 
Is it the sun on the morning dew? 
Or is it a field of new young wheat, 
Or sugar cane, tall, green and sweet 
Grown harvested in tropical heat ? 

What does Paradise mean to you? 

Is it a winding avenue 

Of maples, swaying in the breeze? 

Or perhaps it isn't any of these. 

Then a quiet cathedral, any one, if you please. 

Is Paradise really all of this? 

No, much more; it's heavenly bliss. 

God created it so man may see 

Ami feel and live in ecstasy. 

This is what Paradise means to me. 

Sheila Reid, V A. 


Looking up from my thoughts I wondered why 
. . . why was I here on earth . . . why this had to 
happen . . . why war even existed . . . Why ? This is 
my home, shabby but deeply loved; this is my 
Mom, absent-minded, but without her I would be 
lost; this is my Dad, old in years, but young at 
heart. And I, well I had been drafted; sent to kill 
the foe, to live with blood and misery and death. 
Why? Didn't God say" Thou shall not kill?" 
How could life ever be happy and carefree if you 
knew that you had killed some tot's papa, some 
bride's husband, some mother's son? It would not 
be so if you had not pulled the trigger . . . stared 
mi him as he fell bloody and defeated . . .rolled him 
over with a kick of the boot "just to be sure." 

In the distance I saw them wave to me; my 
sobbing mother and my lather t rying to soothe her; 
they were standing by the little white fence 
waving lo me. "God be with you." 

Alter they had been marching for an hour a shot 
split the silent air. A lifeless body thudded lo the 
dusty earth. The young soldier had taken his own 
lib- rather than another's. 

Christine Prescott, V A. 




As 1 was puddling across a narrow stretch of 
water in my kayak, I came upon a small helpless 
creature, whining pitifully in a small blow hole 
in the ice. Immediately I felt pity for this tiny 
being and I picked it up out of the icy water. 
It shivered at my touch, and I held it close to give 
it a little warmth. It was odd-looking; but some- 
how it won my affection. It was shaped like a 
greatly enlarged pear, having thick white woolly 
fur with long shining hairs protruding from it. Its 
body tapered down to a short stubby, pinkish tail, 
which matched its short stubby legs. Although its 
proportions were small it possessed an exceedingly 
large mouth, fringed with long, silky whiskers that 
brushed against my parka. 

I would no longer live a lonely life in the vast 
north, for now I had my own pet seal with whom 
to share an igloo. 

Elizabeth Patterson V A. 



I'm a small crystal snowflake, all alone, 
A unique little snowflake who has just left its home; 
From the golden Heavens I am gone; 
I can hear the bells chiming and my heart sings 
a song. 

The Heavens behind me, the world is halfway. 
I had best sail onward, my life's but a day; 
Good-bye, friendly stars, today I can't play, 
My life is so short I may melt; I can't stay. 

Ah! The lights of a city, a city so bright 

With its towers and steeples and glistening light, 

Everything's covered with a wonderful white. 

I never thought earth would provide such a sight! 

I must drop down to this city and see 
That remarkable white stuff that's jusl like me. 
Is it possible? Gould it possibly be, 
That God made the snowflakes to cover city, vale, 
and lea? 

I am part of the gift He bestowed on the earth, 
I am part of the gift He gave at Christ's birth; 
And though I am small and of meagre worth, 
I form part of the blanket which covers Earth's 

Madeleine Thomas, V A. 


Christmas Eve this year was cold and crisp. In 
the clear dark winter sky the stars twinkled 
brightly. A group of young lusty souls could be 
seen carolling from house to house. 

The gay group had just left Mayor Baker's house 
where his cheery wife had given them each a cup 
of homemade broth. From the expression on each 
face, one could tell that everyone had thoroughly 
enjoyed the refreshment. On around the neigh- 
bourhood they tramped, greeted at each house by 
bright glowing lights which bedecked small trees. 
At each window the face of a small child, excited 
about the coming day, could be seen. The atmo- 
sphere was so happy that it was hard to believe 
that anyone could be miserable on a night like this. 

But at the north end of town, on a bleak and 
lonely hill sat an old tumbledown house. No 
bright lights shone from the windows, and no 
wreath of holly hung from the door. Inside, in a 
small deserted room, sat a child huddled by the 
fire. She had heard the singing and had longed to 
run outside and join the carollers. But, no, for only 
that afternoon her stepmother had told her that 
there would be no celebrating; she had said that this 
holiday was a waste of valuable time and energy. 
Disheartened by these sad words, the child had 
retreated to her room and was resolved to stay 
there all day. Now the singing came closer and 
she ran to the window to see her friends laughing 
and shouting on the road below her. 

"If only I could be with them," she said to her- 
self, but dismissed this thought quickly, for the 
group was now proceeding up the walk. Her first 
impulse 1 was to dash to the door, but instead she 
stole quietly across the floor. Grasping the handle 
she tugged slightly and the door clicked open. 
Cautiously she peered into the empty corridor. 
Fortunately no one was around, so she ran to the 
closet, snatched her coat, and bounded down the 
stairs. In the hallway she stopped abruptly, looking 
in both directions before moving. Then, as if 
freedom lay behind the door, she rushed to it and 
swung it open, to come face to face with the 
carollers. Quickly she joined the crowd, and they 
all, merrily singing at the top of their voices, trotted 
off down the road. 

Now the happy scene was complete: a peaceful 
town, a group of happy people spreading cheer to 
all, and a joyous child who had obtained the 
freedom to enjoy the holiday spirit as others did. 

Cathlyn Cook, V A. 



Lying flat on my back, I gazed up into the jet- 
black sky overhanging me like a dark menacing 
curtain. I was horror-stricken. Why! Where was I ? 
What had happened? I strained to rise, but a stab 
of pain shot through my leg. I caught a glimpse of 
what lay around me, and sank backwards with a 
feeling of horror and despair. My little log cabin 
was razed to the ground; only debris surrounded 
me; I shut my eyes and shuddered. I could not 
recall how all this had come to pass. My mind was 
running in frantic circles. Then, suddenly, panic 
seized me — where was Ma ? 

Again I struggled desperately to lift up my body, 
but my leg was pinned down by a burnt, black log. 
Unhesitatingly 1 pulled the log off my crushed 
ankle, then staggered over to where I spotted some 
glowing sparks under an iron pot. By digging I 
came upon a small stick, which had once been the 
leg of a chair. What a shame! I had so loved that 
little chair; when Davy and I first came out West, 
that was one of my prized possessions. Well, no 
time to brood over fond memories now -- I must 
find Ma!! Almost savagely I stuck the stick into 
the flames, and as it caught tire and gave light, 
it was a very unwelcome sight I saw. The place was 
demolished, hardly recognizable. 

Feebly I cried out, "Ma, Ma!" and listening 
acutely, detected a weak groan in response. "Oh 
Ma! where are you, Ma?" 

Frantically I began searching. "Oh, please God!" 
I pleaded, "Let her be all right!" 

I came upon her lying in a small heap, almost 
delirious but still alive! She uttered a few inaudible 
words as I seated myself beside her and caressed 
her withered old cheeks tenderly. 

"Don't worry, Ma, everything's gonna he just 
fine - - Davy'll be here soon, Ma, and he'll lake 
light good care of things." 

And through my tears of mixed joy and sorrow 
J saw her attempt a weak smile. 

As the hours passed, we remained seated there 
amid the ruins. 1 dozed awhile, with the comforting 
thought that at least Ma and I were safe and 
that Davy would soon be here. 

Suddenly I awoke, for I had heard the trampling 
of horses' hooves. I got up and staggered out 
"Davy, Davy!" I cried joyously, hut as 1 looked 

up my heart 

turned to stone 


Kathleen Mackay, V A. 



fia 1 looked up from the floor of my new sur- 
roundings, r realized that I was no longer fighting 
the waves which had towered raging above me for 
so long, threatening to destroy me. Now I was 
below, on the ocean floor, where many of my 
ancestors lay in ruins. However I was fortunate, for 
I was hardly damaged. 

Four days before, I had been sailing proudly upon 
the dazzling blue Pacific near the coast of Central 
America. I "The Lydia," was a famous ship which 
had sailed a-plenty. My destination was an island 
in the South Pacific, where I was to deliver a 
valuable cargo of ancient treasures. The sea had 
been calm, with only the whisper of a southeast 
breeze. As the days passed by, the gentle waves 
became rough, and the wind grew stronger. Sud- 
denly one night when the storm reached its peak, 
I found myself being awkwardly thrown from side 
to side by the raging sea, while the wind howled 
furiously. A gush of water flooded my insides! The 
crew raced for the life-boats, I was abandoned - 
left to sink. I went down slowly while the fury of 
the waves increased. Here I was in the depths of 
the sea. It was tilled with a mass of mysteries that 
were exciting, but frightening! 

Several days later divers combed the sea bottom, 
for my cargo would provide adventure and reward 
for them. Yes, they found me. The enthusiastic 
divers appeared above. They swam with determi- 
nation towards me. Upon reaching their destination 
they explored my hull. In no time they found what 
they wished for. I lay in peace and quiet. My life 
was over! 

Carol Finlatson, V A. 



Evening approached the little cottage quietly. No 
sound could he heard from within. No lights were 
to l>e seen ; all seemed peaceful and free from worry. 
Inside the cottage an anxious child crept down 
the stairs and tiptoed across the slanted flcor. She 
reached the back door and grasped the knob 
tightly. No good-byes! She had definitely made up 
her mind that tonight she would run away! The 
orphanage door slammed shut. Mad Mother Anne 
heard i! ? The child's stomach jumped, a trembling 
fear seized her. She could not rid herself of a 
feeling of despair, hopelessness, fright. 



"Run! run! She has heard you." The child run 
through the still night. An overhanging branch 
whipped her face savagely, flinging her to the 

"Give up," an unseen voice pleaded. "It is not 
worth the effort." 

She lay for a moment — stunned, waiting. To- 
day had been a nightmare. Mother Anne - - she 
could hear her voice weakly laughing at her — had 
sold her, sold her, as if she were a doll to be thrown 
about from one home to another. 

Xo, she couldn't live with someone who had 
bought her. "You cannot buy a life, a soul, it is 
too precious," screamed the child out loud. 

Senselessly, she lifted her frail body and wan- 
dered through the streets. She could not hear any 
voices or street noises. She was going away from 
that orphanage. During that night she had walked 
without ceasing. Morning was approaching, but 
to her the world remained dark. The sweet smell 
of a clover held wet from the previous night's rain 
tilled her nostrils, creating a spark of hope in the 
helpless child. Yet, something was wrong; she re- 
membered there were no clover fields on the way 
to Richmond. She had made the wrong turn, but 
where ? A frantic turn, a dash to the left, then to 
the right only resulted in a complete loss of di- 
rection. You see this girl was blind. 

Louise Mtjndy, V A. 


A ruin of beauty, in memory of a gallant group 
who died for king and country: this is the sailors' 
church in Southampton. The roof was demolished 
by a German bomb in World War II, now letting 
in light and rain. In spring and summer four small, 
carefully-tended garden beds give a brightly- 
coloured contrast to the gray stone surrounding 
them. Between the flagstones grow wild violets and 
snowdrops, minute and perfect in comparison with 
the crude rough walls. The Lord's Prayer is en- 
graved on the wall behind where the altar should 
be if it were still standing. Underfoot in the chancel 
are three tombs with the names almost completely 
obliterated. On one of the chancel walls are the 
Ten Commandments. Xo door, no roof, no win- 
dows! Just four walls and a floor! There is no pre- 
vailing silence usually found in a church, for cars 
and people passing by are heard quite plainly. The 
"church," however, has a sublimity all its own. It 
is a simple, yet moving monument to all sailors 
who will come back to port no more. 

Sheila Reid, V A. 


His name was Paoto Martay, son of a poor widow 
living in the mountains of Tibet. These were 
honest, well-loved citizens, pure in heart, a quality 
richly possessed in this part of the country. At 
this time, there was a strong crisis between the 
Chinese and Indians; the Communist government 
had rushed in some troops from behind the Bamboo ? 
Curtain to control the sudden uprising. They built 
a strong stone wall to prevent any mountaineers 
from entering into the west. It stretched along the 
border of West Pakistan for seven miles. Xo 
family communications with West Pakistan were 
permitted — "Remain within or go from within ?" 

Madame Markay was anxious for Paolo to find 
a good job beyond Tibet. The West provided an 
excellent opportunity for the young; food was scarce 
at home, and natives were being evacuated from 
the poverty of their homes. Besides, Paolo had a 
girl-friend whom he intended to many when he had 
earned enough money. So, after careful preparation, 
and enough encouragement, he and his cousin 
Siwan set out to accomplish this terrible feat 
before Communist leaders could delay them. 

For two days, they struggled toward freedom. 
Upon reaching the deadline, they made hasty plans 
and proceeded to complete the task. Siwan led the 
way, closely followed by Paolo. He crept up the 
steep sides of the wall and plunged into some 
stony holes. At the top, he jumped into the thickets 
on the other side of the barbed wire. Paolo, (in 
an elusive manner) reached the other side. Suddenly 
an outburst of shots filled the air, and Paolo fell 
to the ground, his feet becoming entangled in 
barbed wire. For twenty-four hours, he lay there, 
bleeding to death on the damp ground. The 
once-cursing cries were now but faint, as his body 
lay in the stillness of the night. Xo soul came to 
finish him off, while he was in pain alone in the 

Why had this happened to such an innocent 
young boy, fighting for his rights ? All he wished 
was a good job to supply his dying mother with 
rations and care . . . and later build a home for his 
wife, if he earnd enough money. Whatever the 
good seek, they never seem to find. Why must the 
innocent always suffer for the guilty ? 

Susan Johnston, V A. 




Yes, Jan was Frankie's dog now. Oh, at last the 
hopeful wish had come true. Ever since he set his 
eyes on the tiny young labrador pup his only 
desire was to have him for his own. 

Now that the dog was his he must watch and 
guard over him through sickness or health. The 
hoy liked the idea, however, for this would prove 
that Frankie's Jan, the best and smartest dog that 
ever lived, was his very own. Yes, his very own! 

"Doesn't it sound splendid!" he boasted to him- 
self, "-My very own dog." 

Two years had already passed as dog and master 
si rolled through the park - - wonderful years of 
growing up with one another and always being at 
one another's side. It was beautiful, this close rela- 
tionship between the young boy and his dog. Why, 
they were a part of each other now and nothing, 
no nothing, would dare try to separate them except 

Noticing a small mischievous squirrel 

seeming to lie in search of some excitement, Jan 
dashed forward towards it. The squirrel darted 
across the large area of green grass, the frisky dog 
following after. Quite suddenly Jan stopped short 
as the shrill whistle of his faithful master pierced 
his ears. He turned and ran in the direction of the 
startling whistle without thinking, or noticing the 
oncoming car, just seeing his beloved Frank on the 
other side of the street; Jan charged forward. The 
car screeched; Frank swung himself madly around 
in terror, then . . . on hands and knees, the dying 
dog's head on his shoulder, Frankie tenderly 
smoothed the dog's soft fur and whispered, ''We 
must be brave, Jan. I loved yon and always will, 
I promise." 

Then Frank bade a tearful farwell to his, yes, 
his and only his, sweet Jan. 

Patricia Wolff, V A. 

The sun peeps over the hills at dawn, 
The dark of night, soon to be gone. 
The stars, they too have disappeared. 
Young ones; "there's nothing to be feared," 
The sun doth show that God is near. 

Rays of gold shine from on high, 
God's brilliant light spreads o'er the sky. 
A tiny calf's first sight at birth, 
Would be the sun and all its worth. 
The warmth and love of God. 

The rivers' ice soon disappears, 

As always, through the many years. 

It drifts away into the sea, 

Or melts by what God's will may be, 

But always ends up flowing free. 

All this, and quite a few things more. 
Are seen by all those who adore 
God's spring creations, large or small. 
All God's children love them all. 
The loves and joys of spring. 

Marilyn Nichols, A' A. 


In spring 1 look for signs of ( tod. 

I walk along, and in the sod 

Small stems protrude, they're heaven sent, 

The breeze thai makes them slightly lien I, 

Whispers, softly, words of love. 

The birds, I hey always seem to sing 
Sweel songs of praise, of love and spring. 
Their songs are loud and sometimes slight, 
But peaceful as a starry night. 
The birds have God within their hearts. 


Si. James' Church, Compton Janet Burgoyne 

Tl "' Station r ANET Burgoyne 

Snow banks and Cottagers j AN p ARKlc 

The Cot taw from the West. Cynthia Sharp 

Cottagers Alison Donald 

Peek-a-boo! - V A's Gail Russel 

""' (!,l " ms Linc Derby Gill 

Bn route Cynthia Sharp 

Unpacking Janet Burgoyne 

JfftoHillcrest Janet Burgoyne 

the Swimming Meet j ANET Burgoyne 





Anne and Hans came from distinguished families 
in Amsterdam. When the Germans took over 
Amsterdam, these two were put mercilessly into a 
concentration camp, since they were Jews. Both 
Anne and Hans lost complete contact with their 
families, and since they had been friends pre- 
viously, they depended entirely on one another for 
support and comfort. They were sent to Bergen- 
Belson, a concentration camp well-known tor 
incredible tortures and suffering. 

At the camp they were treated like animals. Their 
main food supply, if any, consisted of bread and 
sometimes water. Very rarely was there enough to 
go round. Hundreds of people lived huddled to- 
gether in the open air, making the ground their 
bed. For weeks Anne and Hans witnessed pain, 
suffering and death. At last, by this time, starving 
themselves, not knowing when death's hand might 
be over them, they decided to make an attempt at 
escape. Many had tried before, some in vain, so 
they must have a perfect plan — 

On a cool October evening, when slumber had 
filled the camp, Anne and Hans crept softly to- 
ward the barbed-wire fence. The wire was cut and 
they made a dash for freedom — they heard shots 
but still kept running. 

That night a pair of sorrowful eyes followed 
Anne and Hans; those of an old lady. She knew that 
they would find safety, and her hopes and joys 
for them followed them until they disappeared from 

Robyn Wise, V A. 

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Get pulling up those sails, crew; 

I cannot wait all day for you! 
Oh, dear, the race is soon to start, 

And we must from the harbour part. 
Start hiking now; pull in that sail! 

Have you remembered the bailing pail ? 
Bang! There goes the third and last gun; 

The sailing race has now begun. 
We're not the first, we're four behind. 

But we're catching up, and soon, in time, 
We'll pass that boat ahead of us, 

And leave him in an awful fuss. 
He's luffing us into the wind; 

But I shall go below him, and pass him by. 
We've passed him and we're third in line. 

It is the last leg of the race; and time 
Is running short! Well, we finished third. 

And crossed the line with the grace of a bird. 
But is that a protest flag so high'.' 

The second boat is disqualified! 
So we came in second, which goes to show, 

That whatever may happen, you can never know. 

Mahy Glen, V A. 





V B and IV A 

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Wo have certainly had a rambunctious group of 
girls in the Cottage this year. With the IV A's 
downstairs, and the V B's upstairs, we make a 
happy number of twenty-one. Cynthia Sharp, 
Mary Sue Philpott, Barbara Campbell, Marcia 
Salmond, Ronette Kvershed, Elizabeth Morgan, 
Jill Rankin, Heather Wyllie and Jackie Worden 
are all from Montreal. Jan Parke and Alison Donald 
come from Dundas and Ancastor, Ontario. Fiona 
St. Clair and Mary Conduit are loyal Torontonians. 
Then come our identical twins from Sherbrooke, 
Que. - - Mary and Martha Jervis-Reade, whom 
we still can't tell apart, so, to save time, we just 
call them "twin." Sheana Meyers comes from 
Ottawa, Gerry Hutchinson from New Liskeard, 
Ontario, Tina Cross from New York, and Brenda 
Booth from Aurora, Ontario. Last but not least 
come our South Americans, Pat Malabre from 
British Guiana and Susie Caridi from Colombia. 

This year we had an enjoyable time watching 
small skits put on by the younger group, such as 
"The Golden Touch" and others. 

For Hallowe'en we had a celebration over at 
the school, with decorations and a good supper, 
followed by a skit acted by each Form, and an act 
put on by the Staff. Afterwards, over at the Cot- 
tage, the V B's organized a small party. 

Then came the Christmas party, which was held 
at the Cottage, and some of the Staff accompanied 
Santa on his way. After the gifts had been dis- 
tributed we made merry on cake supplied by 
Dorothy, who helps the two matrons. The party 
ended with "Taps". 

At the beginning of the year, the Cottage ma- 
trons were Miss Riddell and Mrs. Johnston, hut 
unfortunately Mrs. Johnston took ill and had to 
leave soon after Christmas. Miss Braddick, the 
gym. mistress, has taken her place. Just before 
Christmas, Miss Hewson came over to help with 
the packing and with getting us ready for the 

We would all like to thank Miss Braddick and 
Miss Riddell for an enjoyable year. 

Allison Donald 
Gerry Hutchinson 
Jackie Worden 


This year fifteen girls were in V B. At the he- 
ginning of the first term Miss Riddell was our Form 
Mistress, hut being Cottage Matron, she found she 
did not have enough time so Miss Fairweather 
became our new Form Mistress. 

In the Fall term we were coached in soccer, had 
swimming instruction (as well as free swimming 
periods) and took part in House games. To aid the 
Red Cross we had a cake raffle which raised about 
fifty-three dollars. The Form Captain was Pat 
Malabre and Jackie Worden was Sports' Captain. 

In the second term we skated, skied at Ilillcrest, 
and played basketball and volleyball in the gym. 
Towards the end of term we had a swimming meet; 
this was an inter-House competition. The Form 
Captain during the second term was Mary Sue 
Philpott, and Gerry Hutchinson was the Sports' 
Captain. In this term we elected Jill Rankin 
Magazine Representative. 

In the summer term we played tennis, swam and 
played baseball. On Friday nights Miss Fairweather 
took us swimming after our Form meetings. 

On April 21st we had our Red Cross evening and 
Alison Donald, our Red Cross Representative, 
presented the clothes and scrap books which we 
had made, and the money we had raised. Our Form 
Captain this term was Jill Rankin, and Alison 
Donald was Sports' Captain. 

Thanks to Miss Fairweather and Miss Riddell, 
we have had a great deal of fun this year. Thank 
you, Miss Fairweather and Miss Riddell! 

Pat Malabre, 
Mary Sue Philpott, 
Jill Rankin 


IV A had its own tiny U.K., Susan Caridi repre- 
sented Colombia; Tina Cross, New York City; 
Fiona St. Clair, Toronto; and Ronette Evershed, 
both Dallas, Texas and Montreal. Sheila Salmond 
came from Lachine and our illustrious twins, 
Martha and Mary Jervis-Read from Sherbrooke. 
Form and Sports Captains were Susan and Tina in 
the first term, when we played soccer and pro- 
duced a Hallowe'en skit; Fiona, and Mary in the 
second, when we skated, skied, swam, and built 
snow forts; and Martha and Marcia in the third 
term when we played tennis, swam, and enjoyed 
a Form picnic. We also had Nature walks and 
visited Miss Wallace's Lab. 

Susan, Fiona, and Martha 




1 shall never forget the first night I spent away 
from home. As I lay in bed I thought of all the 
things that had .suddenly come about. I had come 
to boarding school; il was really a big change. I 
had met many strange girls and had experienced 
many bewildering surprises, and, I concluded, I was 
rather lonely. The tears were now running down 
my cheeks, but I wiped them off with a determined 
sigh, thinking that I would learn and apply many 
new experiences. For instance, I would probably 
learn to buy myself a railway ticket — a feat which 
I hadn't yet mastered. 

These were my feelings on my first night. Now 
I think certainly that my first night at boarding 
school was my first lesson at King's Hall. 

Gerry Hutchinson, A B. 


There was a young lady who quite 
Had forgotten the way to write "write," 

For "rite" is quite wrong 

And "wight" is too long, 
While "right" is wrong; "write" is right. 

Martha Jervis-Read, IV A. 


The courier one day brought the dreadful news. 
Sweeping through the streets of London, where I 
lived, was a terrible tire which no one could stop, 
let alone pu1 out. The courier said that il was 
heading straight for our part of the city and we 
should flee at once. My father would not go at 
once, however, but set us packing anything of 
value. Trip after trip we made to our barge at 
the water's edge, dragging bundles and boxes of 
every sort and kind. At the end of the day, the 
house was bare of everything except furniture, and 
father said that it was safe to slay the night. 

Alas! how wrong lie was. A strong wind rose that 
night, bearing the lire on wings towards our sec- 
tion of the town. 1 awoke, trembling im my bed, 
to the sounds of a screaming mob beneath my 
window, and the smell of a fast-approaching lire. 
Father was up at once, giving orders and heaving 
bundles, ami as it was, he was only just quick 
enough. We were barely out of the house, and I 
could keep my tears back no longer. Soon we were 
in the barge, going away from that terrible place, 
but for years afterwards the memory of our house 
going up in Haines haunted my dreams. 

Pauline Rouerts, V 15. 

As seen in the early nineteenth century 

Mother and Father had been very worried for 
a long time, because Father had lost his job in 
the country, and Mother could not earn enough 
money from spinning, because of the new factories. 
We liad moved to the city, and Edward and I 
were left at home in the small basement room 
where we lived, all day, while Mother and Father 
worked from live in the morning until nine in the 
evening to make enough money to keep us alive. 

One day our parents did not come home. As I 
walked along the corridor of the tenement, I heard 
the old woman next door: 

"Poor children, the boy only eight and the girl 
only four. I would take them in if I could, but I am 
afraid that I cannot. I hardly eat anything as it is. 
The factories are a disgrace. To think that I should 
live to hear of two people killed by uncontrolled 
machines. My soul, what is the world coming to'?" 
she cackled. 

I raced back to Edward, and burst into tears. I 
managed to sob out the news. 

"We had better run away, before we get put to 
work," he cried, but just then two men came in and 
took us away and locked us up in a place with a 
sign saying "For Sale." 

We wept and cried for about an hour, but then a 
man took Edward away, and said that he would 
serve as a very good chimney sweep. A few minutes 
later a lady took me away and showed me into a 
room with two other girls who had been there for a 
long time. Ann had lost an arm, and had many 
scars. She was very dirty ami ragged. Babs had a 
large, dirty scar on her left cheek. She limped 
terribly. We were given a piece of rusk bread. 
In a few minutes we were told to go to sleep and 
make the best of the two hours that we had. 

Tlie next day we were awakened and given a 
bit of rusk bread and some water from a filthy 
dirty bucket. We then set off to the factory. I was 
forced to work in the feeding machine and was 
made to go into it when anything got stuck. In a 
very short time 1 was just as dirty and scarred as 
Ann and Babs. 

Two years of this kind of life went by. I got 
dirtier and shabbier than ever. Finally one day 
when I felt that I could stand it no longer, 1 saw a 
rich looking lady with a boy by her side. Il was 
1 ''" ' but he was well dressed and healthy 
could hardly believe my eyes. At first, 
:1 < me, and 1 looked at him, all 
ien he cried out, "Elizabeth?" 1 ran 

Edward, hut Ik 


he just stared 


lo him ami we hugged each other. 



Soon, I found out thai the lady thai he was with 
had found him in her chimney. She had rescued 
him and adopted him. Her husband had been 
killed by rogues on the road, the year before. She 
had decided that Edward might get lonely, and 
had found out that her orphaned niece, Babs, was 
working in a factory. Edward had told her about 
me, and she said that if they found me, which was 
not very likely, she would adopt me as well. 

Babs and I were very happy, but we were sad 
when we saw Ann cry. She said good-bye and ran 
off. Aunt Mary, as we now called her, asked if we 
would like her to come too, as she seemed like a 
very nice girl. 

Babs, Mary and 1 are now ten, and Edward is 
fourteen. I have learned to read and write, because 
we go to a school and I am writing this so that the 
people who read it will realize what awful places 
the factories are, and will put a stop to child labour. 

Barbara Campbell, V B. 
I wait for the dusk to join me in my rambles, 

Ah! There it comes a-peeping. 

Ah! There it comes a-creeping. 
And through each little gully it is keeping 
A small, a silent vigil through the night. 
Emerald eyes and little green leaves 
Keep watch o'er all Dusk's doings, 
And little birds break the stillness with their cooing. 
All unruly noises quieten according to God's ruling, 
And silence is restored again once more. 

Gerry Hutchixsox, V. B 


One hot, sunny, windy day Dad and 1 were 
travelling along the Gulf Shore Road and this is 
what we saw. Over the gulf there were sea-gulls 
flying low and pelicans diving to have their fill of 
fish. Like dancing fish under a magic spell, por- 
poises were seen leaping in and out of the water. We 
found and saw lovely, sandy white beaches on 
which waves at high tide washed up beautifully 
coloured shells from the sea. 

The grass is bright green in colour. The tall 
palm trees sway to and fro in the soft cool breeze. 
There are many golf courses where a golfer can 
enjoy a game. All this is here for you to see when 
you take a trip to Florida. Mary Conduit, V B. 


In September school has started, 
In October turkey's life has parted, 
November the snow starts to fall, 
And December brings toys to all. 

Fiona St, Clair, IV A. 


How often have you been sick in lied? Have you 
been bored? Probably yes. Well, let's talk about 
cats. Perhaps I can amuse you. Oh! how sweet he is 
and how often he cheers you up with his playful 
antics. For instance, stick your foot up in the air 
and wiggle it around the bed covers; if you're no1 
careful you'll have no big toe. How sweet he is, 
wilh playful head, sweet green eyes, nicely padded 
paws. How could you live without him? 

But, let's take "Felix" at nighl . You arrange him 
neatly and luxuriously at the foot of your bed. 
However, after a quick inspection to see if you are 
asleep, off he jumps with unknown agility into the 
dark and mysterious night. 

Slipping around the back corner of the garden 
he stops, listening to the dancing leaves. From the 
bottom of the big elm comes a faint scraping sound. 
Instincts by thousands come crowding into his 
brain, inherited from the great black panther, the 
snarling lion king, the leopard, and the tiger. Mis 
eyp* are not the sweet green they once were. They 
are now tinted with the instinct to kill, and to 
satisfy the fierce longing to join ami continue I he 
methods of his forefathers. 

Legs bent, his body creeps along the ground, 
his ears forward and twitching at every new sound 
that reaches them. Creeping, creeping, always 
stealthily, to the scraping noise beneath the great 
elm, he goes on his way. Approaching downwind, 
the cat climbs a nearby birch whose lower branches 
reach to exactly one foot above the gopher's head. 
Upon gaining this advantageous position he sits 
and waits for the right and only moment. It comes! 
Head straight, claws out, he springs- 
After a brief struggle all is over. His uncanny 
sense tells him that human beings would not 
like his method of playing, so concealing all 
evidence of wrong doing, he glides over the window 
sill into the position that you had painstakingly 
arranged for him. 

This story which I have just told you is true, 
and actually happened, as I discovered. So, next 
time you see your cat sneaking up on your big 
toe under the bedclothes, you will partially under- 
stand his hunting tactics. 

Geraldixe Hutchinsox, V B. 


I saw him as a puppy, 

I saw him as a dog, 

But when he's eating sirloin, 

I see him as a hog. 

Martha .Jekvis-Read, IV A. 




"See those bushes moving," said my brother at 
our camp one day last summer. 

We looked carefully, but detected no sign of 
anyone there. That night I opened my window and 
again saw moving bushes. I ran outside and ex- 
plored, but no one was there. We had a rainstorm 
that night, and I carefully remembered to lock my 
windows and door. The next morning there were 
white hairy fibres all over the floor, and big puddles 
of water lying about. I was quite concerned about 
this, for our roof had been checked for leaks the 
day before. I ran out of the cabin, and there stopped 
dead. Those same bushes were moving, and I 
distinctly saw a white shape in motion behind them. 

I forced myself to walk forward, straight toward 
the bushes. Suddenly a whimper came from behind 
them! I hastily parted them and found - a snow- 
white dog with a litter of squealing, newborn pups! 
Shouting for my brother to come, I began to 
ponder where the dog came from. 

f gave a shout and rushed back into the cabin, 
almost pushing my brother over in my haste. I 
dug into my drawer, almost ripping my clothes 
apart, and found an old newspaper clipping. This 
is how it read: "The Hollyway Film Company's 
famous show-dog, Champion Shawnee, disappeared 
from the studio last evening while being filmed. 
She is about to have a litter of puppies, and is 
urgently needed at the studio. One hundred dollars 
reward for anyone who brings her back unharmed." 
The ad. was dated two weeks ago. Small wonder 
poor Shawnee came to some human beings for care ! 
We took her back that afternoon, and, to my 
extreme joy, we were promised the biggest puppy 
as soon as he was weaned. When we returned to 
camp we were showered with congratulations. 1 
was very sure that little Shawnee would live up to 
the great reputation of his mother. 

Pauline Roberts, V B. 
Last nighl my brother Hobby had a. frightening 
experience. I woke up to find him crying al I he 
window with a blanket over his head, making 
funny expressions. When i asked him what he 
was doing, he said he had seen a ghost in our back 
yard and he was scaring it away, but it wouldn't go. 
Hanging on to me in terror, he pointed to a white 
birch tree out in the yard, bending in the wind, 
f explained to him that it was only a tree and we 
went back to bed. However, he was still frightened, 
because in a little while he came and crawled into 
my bed with me. Sometimes little children have 
too much imagination. Maky Jervis-Read, IV A. 


Lots of stars come out at night 
To give us lots of pretty light. 
One is blue, one is white; 
Thev are such a lovely sight. 

We see them all up in the sky, 
Up there where all the birds can fly 
When our life ends and we die, 
They'll be lovely things to spy. 

When we lie out on the grass, 
l'p in the sky there's such a mass. 
We sit up straight and then we ask, 
"Is it true they're made of gas?" 

A star is such a lovely thing; 
When we see one we must sing. 
All the stars are shining bright, 
Just to say to you, "Good Night." 

Sheana Meyers, Y A. 

a^-, Jill Rankin 

111 Morqarv 


Under the sea 
Twiddle dee dee 
All among the tishes 
Who provide 
Lor one's inside 
Very tasty dishes. 

Fiona St. Clair, IV A. 



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Jany Henderson nearing Mrs., our President, 
Fulfills her duties with good intent; 
Between us, her man and Co. Chemcell 
How she manages — she will not tell. 

1st Vice-President Anne Boright Gregory 
(Relied upon for her keen memory), 
It's she who's called by the bride elect 
When dates are difficult to select. 

Miles away in the town of Hudson 
Lives finance whiz Robin Bocock LeBaron; 
Alas! every phone call from her means a fee, 
Are you sure we have all from K.II.C. ? 

It was Secretary McNab who decided to marry, 
Nona Hopper Jones joined saying do not tarry, 
If we can double the membership list 
The '63 class will soon get the gist. 

Our Mrs. Barber nee Linda Gordon 
Spends many an hour writin' and sortin', 
And at meetings from her we take our cues 
We certainly hope you have paid your dues! 

Duties remaining are letters to press 
Menus to plan -- the salad to dress, 
The 2nd Vice-Pres. is Penny Pasmore 
The executive consists of 2 plus 4. 


Diana Daniels to John Smith-Chapman, June 9, 

Deirdre Allan to Paul Johnson, June 22, 1962. 
Nancy Glass to Timothy Todd, June 23, 1962. 
Elizabeth Angus to Gordon Eberts, July 4, 1962. 
Flora Church to David Stewart, August 20, 


Mary-Ann McNab to Byron Bordon, September 

15, 1962. 

Eliza Ann Sise to Eric Dawson, October 5, 1962. 
Wendy Whitehead to John Nelles, November 10, 


Sonia Taylor to John Burleton, November 17, 


Judith Trenholme to Nicola Caracciolo di 
Castagreto, January 12, 1963. 

Allison Beattie to John Rolland, January 17, 

Judy Hingston to Terrance Dingle, February 18. 

Judy Bignell to William Ferris, August 18, 1962. 

Pat Archibald to John O'Brien, May 11, 1963. 

Rosita Cardi to Roger Safdeye, December 29, 

Becky Romano to Moises Posner, December 20, 

Janet Henderson, Marion MacDougall and 
Linda Eraser are to be married shortly. 


Mr. and Mrs. Linton Reid (Mary Holt) a 
daughter, May 9, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Anson McKim (Fiona Bogert) a 
daughter, May 14, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Dick Varney (Barbara Cope) a 
daughter, May 26, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Carl Hotton (Janel McNab) a 
daughter, May 27, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Ian Black (Shirley Eakin) a son, 
May 31, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. J. Brodeur (Barbara Drummond) 
a son, May 31, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Titus (Jean Lindsay) a 
daughter, June 5, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Jamie Roberton (Barbara Ship- 
man) a daughter, June 6, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Boyd Whit tall (Susan Teakle) a 
daughter, June 7, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Creighton (Willa Ogilvie) 
a son, June 8, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. David Webb (Heather Woods) a 
son, July 5, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Scott Griffin (Antonia Mitchell) 
a son, July 6, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. E. P. Rees (Judi Vivian) a 
daughter, July 7, 1962. 

Dr. and Mrs. Donald Stewart (Peggy Ross) 
twin daughters, July 22, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Michael Drummond (Sally Shar- 
wood) a son, July 31, 1962. 

Dr. and Mrs. Eric Hickey (June Thompson) a 
son, July 31, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Lynch-Staunton (Juliana 
De-Kuyper) a son, August, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Graeme Sorley (Brenda Keddie) 
a son, September 2, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Bullen (Dolly-Ann Arnold) 
a son, September 5, 1962. 



Mr. and .Mrs. John Basset! (Susan Calling) a 
daughter, September, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Fraser Webster (Diane Angus) a 
daughter, .September 22, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Glebe Kraveta (Irma Schiess) a 
son, October 19, 1962. 

Dr. and Mrs. John Burgess (Andrea Ruther- 
ford) a daughter, October 19, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Mathewson (Mary- 
Fayre Tremain) a son, October 24, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Robertson (Honor 
MacDougall) a daughter, October 27, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Carlo Abegg (Marie Slrathy) a 
daughter, November 4, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Peter Walsh (Susan Angus) a son, 
November 23, 1962. 

Rev. and Mrs. Donald Stirling (Pamela Pas- 
more) a daughter, November 29, 1962. 

Captain and Mrs. John Brazeau (Jane Gushing) 
a daughter, November 29, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Sambrook (Mary Bogert) a 
son, December 6, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Copland (May Gilby) a 
daughter, December 7, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Fred Benn (Renee Perrault) a son, 
December 27, 1962. 

Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Lewis (Cynthia Hands) a 
(laughter, January 4, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Lewis (Anne Davidson) a 

son, January 9, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Murray (Isobel Fitz Gerald) 

a son, January 26, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Black (Susan Vickers) a 
daughter, January 31, 1963. 

Dr. and Mrs. Pochard Schmidt (Mary-Jane 
Hutchison) a daughter, February 5, 1963. 

Dr. and Mrs. J. L. Osterholm (Anne Howard) a 
daughter, February 6, 1963. 

Lieutenant and Mrs. Harvey Cocks (Catherine 
Evans) a daughter, February, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Hugh YanAlstyne (Sue Kilgour) a 
daughter, February 23, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Bart MacDougall (Janet Martin) 
a son, -March 9, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Donald Budge (Anne McNally) a 
daughter, March, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Nazi (Jean Dodds) a son, 
March 20, 1963. 

Mr. and Mrs. Andreas Thuswaldner (Heather 
Anderson) a son, March, 1963. 


II is wilh deep regret thai wo record the death, 
in Montreal, of Victoria Ncsbitt, of Matric. 'oo. 

£>tait ©trectorp 

Miss Gil) ard, Kind's Hall, Compton, !'.(>■ 

Miss A. Beaton, I 10 Stanley Road, Saint John, N.B. 

Miss P. Braddick, 17 The Avenue, West, Wickham, Kent, 

Mile < ). Cailteux, King's Hall, Compton, l'.Q. 

Mrs. J. Clifton, < irier House, Bishop's College School, 

Lennoxville, I'. (J. 
Miss G. Evans, R.R. No. 1, Cookshire, P.Q. 
Miss H. Fairweather, 20 Murrayfield I >rive, Edinburgh 12, 

Scot land 
Miss I). How son, Box 207, Lennoxville, P Q. 
Miss H. Jenkins, "Littlewood," Keppoch, P.E.I. 
Miss G. Keyzer, 71 Thomas Road, Swampscott, Mass., U.S.A. 
Mine S. Landes, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Miss P. MaeLennan, 1133 Dalhousie Street, Halifax, X.S. 
Miss M. Morris, 5 Gibson Avenue, Grimsby, Out. 
Mile M. P. Paquette, La Patrie, Compton County, P.Q. 
Miss.). Ramsay, 329 George Street, Fredericton, X.B. 
Miss 11. Reid, 203-A Woodstock Road, Oxford, England 
Miss R. Riddell, Box 101, Sawyerville, P.Q. 
Mr. Roberts, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 
Miss I). Stickney, R.R. No. 1, Site Box 5, 

East Florenceville, N.B. 
Miss K. Thorne, 115 Elliott How, Saint John, X.B. 
Miss. I. Tudor Jones, Headley Rectory, Bordon, Hants, 

Miss I). Wallace, Box 41, Warden, P.Q. 

Mine E. Van-ill, Bishop's University, Lennoxville, P. (J. 



gkfjool Mttttovy 

S. Aboud, 2270 Ainsley Crescent, Town of Mt, Royal, P.Q. 
J. Aitken, Apartado 1781), Caracas, Venezuela, S.A. 
S. Allan, P.O. Box 181), Windsor Mills, P.Q. 

C. Archer, 1450 Richelieu Road, Richelieu, P.Q. 
.1. Baggs, 7 East Gables Court, Beaconsfield, P.Q. 
J. Balloch, Liverpool, N.S. 

P. Balloch, Liverpool, N.S. 

P. Barker, 22 Granville Road, Hampstead, P.Q. 

D. Bignell, Lake Beauport, P.Q. 

B. Blaekader, 7 Ramezay Road, Montreal 6, P.Q. 

B. Booth, Hilltop Farm, Yonge Street N., R.R. No. 2, 

Aurora, ( )nf. 
B. Bryant, Cedar House, R.R. No. 3, Magog, P.Q. 
1). Bryant, Cedar House, R.R. No. 3, Magog, P.Q. 
S. Buchan, 11 Gainsborough Avenue, Kingston 6, 

Jamaica, W.I. 
F. Buchanan, 12 Simcoe Avenue, Montreal 16, P.Q. 
F. Budden, 23S Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont, 
J. Burgovne, 59 Yates Street, St. Catharines, Ont. 

B. Campbell, 3660 The Boulevard, Westmount, P.Q. 

C. Campbell, 3660 The Boulevard, Westmount, P.Q. 
M. Cape, 9045 Gouin Boulevard, Saraguay, P.Q. 

S. Caridi, Apartado Aereo 110, Barranquilla, Colombia, S.A. 

A. Carre, 2205 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa, Ont, 

M. Cassils, R.R, No. 1, St. Sauveur des Monts, P.Q. 

M. Chapman, 304 Rose Park Drive, Toronto, Ont. 

S. Clark, 89 Summer Street, Summerside, P.E.I. 

J. Clarke, Brush Hill Road, Stowe, Vermont, U.S.A. 

J. Collin, P.O. Box 43, Hudson, P.Q. 

S. Collin, P.O. Box 43, Hudson, P.Q. 

M. Conduit, 281 Bessborough Drive, Toronto 17, Ont. 

C. Cook, 11117 Wayer oft Way, Rockville, Maryland, U.S.A. 

E. Cook, 36 Forest Road, St. John's, Nfld. 

A. Cowans, 3061 The Boulevard, Westmount, P.Q. 
L. Cowans, 3061 The Boulevard, Westmount, P.Q. 
M. Cowen, 37 Richelieu Road, Fort Chambly, P.Q. 
T. Cross, 440 East 57th Street, Sutton Place, New York, 

N.Y, U.S.A. 

D. Dawes, 357 Stanstead Ave., Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q. 
C. Dewar, 30 Dunn Street, Oakville, Ont, 

N. Dohenv, 18 Aberdeen Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

A. Donald, 267 Sulpher Springs Road, Aneaster, Out. 

M. Douglas, 29 Donwood Drive, Toronto, Ont. 

N. Druce, 4913 Western Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

V. Druce, 4913 Western Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

J. Eakin, 635 Carleton Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

J. Eardley, P.O. Box 644, Nassau, Bahamas. 

C. Eke, 37 Helett Lane, Port Washington, New York, U.S.A. 

L. Ellson, Tandale Farm, Knowlton, P.Q. 

A. Evans, Bishop's College School, Lennoxville, P.Q. 
R. Evershed, 125 Dorval Avenue, Dorval, P.Q. 

S. Finch, 382 Upper Middle Road, R.R. No. 1, Oakville, Out, 

C. Finlavson, Rawdon, P.Q. 

J. Fletcher, 167 Academy Street, Danville, P.Q. 
P. Fletcher, 167 Academy Street, Danville, P.Q. 
M. Fox, 111 Stratford Road, Hampstead, P.Q. 
J. Francis, Desbiens Countv, Lake St. John, P.Q. 

E. Franklin, 490 Dufferin Street, Sherbrooke, P.Q. 

B. Fraser, 2 Chevalier Street, Iberville, P.Q. 

B. Fraser, 2 Chevalier Street, Iberville, P.Q. 

S. Gait, 765 Lexington Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

D. Gill, 170 Lansdowne Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, < )n(. 
M. Glen, 20122 Lakeshore Road, Baie D'Urfee, P.Q. 

C. Gordon, 3122 Daulac Road, Montreal 6, P.Q. 

V Gotthilf Carrera 52 No. 76-123, Barranquilla, Colombia., 

S. Graham, 56 Belvedere Circle, Westmount, P.Q. 
M. Grant, 152 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Out, 
G. Gurney, Gananoque, Out. 

D. Hornig, R.R. No. 1, Austin, P.Q. 

S. Hutchins, 3455 Stanley Street, Montreal, P.Q. 

G. Hutchison, 14 Beavis Terrace, New Liskeard, Out. 

A. Jellicoe, Bishop's University, Lennoxville, P.Q. 

M. Jervis-Read, 1012 McManamy Boulevard, Sherbrooke, 

M. Jervis-Read, 1012 McManamy Boulevard, Sherbrooke 

S. Johnston, 1076 Thornhill Park, Quebec 6, P.Q. 

J. Kenny, 141 Howick Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

C. Lawson, 300 Acacia, Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

W. Leggat, 609 Berwick Avenue, Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q. 

K. Mackav, Apartado 889, Caracas, Venezuela, S.A. 

K. MacCulloch, Box 283, Bedford, N.S. 

N. MacDonald, 28 Senneville Road, Senneville. P.Q. 

C. MacLatchy, 109 Reid Avenue, Ottawa. 3, Ont. 

E. Macnaugh'ton, 7 Redpath Row, Montreal, P.Q. 

W. Magee, 500 Roslyn Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

E. Malabre, c/o Demerara Bauxite, Mackenzie, 

British Guiana, S.A. 
S. Marpole, Wvnward, Como, P.Q. 
S. McCain, 23 Granville Road, Hampstead, P.Q. 

C. McDermid, 1356 Montreal Avenue, Calgary, Alta, 

S. McDowell, Small Point Beach, Phippsburg, Maine, U.S.A. 

D. McLernon, 33 Holton Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 
J. McMaster, 3141 Daulac Road, Montreal, P.Q. 

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M. Miller, 4 Islesmere Gardens, Ste. Dorothee, P.Q. 
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E. Paterson, 1735 McGregor Avenue, Fort William, Ont. 

B. Peck, 617 Clarke Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 
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L. Peck, 575 Lansdowne Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

M. S. Philpott, 346.5 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal, P.Q. 

K. Plow, "Silver Birches," Oakfield, Halifax Co., N.S. 

C. Prescott, 22 Richelieu Road, Fort Chambly, P.Q. 
B. J. Punnett, Peniston Estate, St, Vincent, W.I. 

J. Rankin, 15 Church Hill, Westmount, P.Q. 

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V. Rorkc, 332 Henry Street, Cobourg, Ont. 

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M. Salmond, 330 - 43rd Avenue, Lachine, P.Q. 
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T. Smith, 4295 Montrose Avenue, Westmount, P.Q, 
J. Stainforth, Apartado 889, Caracas, Venezuela, S.A. 
J. Stairs, 12 Maple Street, Kenogami, P.Q. 

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J. Stewart, 3301 Lakeland Crescent, Burlington, Ont. 
V. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Road, Pointe Claire, P.Q. 
A. Stikeman, 48 Aberdeen Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

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C. Stinson, 1 Hill Pond Road, Rutland, Vermont, U.S.A. 
M. Stratford, "Glenhurst," Corunna, Ont. 

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M. Webster, 469 Victoria Avenue, Sherbrooke, P.Q. 

S. White, 4870 Cote des Neiges, Montreal, P.Q. 

K. Wilson, 64 Old Forest Hill Road, Toronto 7, Out. 

R, Wise, 183 Dufferin Road, Montreal, P.Q. 

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